Quality... you know what it is, yet you don't know what it is.

Stuckness shouldn't be avoided. It's the physic predecessor of all real understanding.

So round and round you go, spinning mental wheels and nowhere finding anyplace to get traction. What the hell...is it?

The sun of quality does not revolve around the subjects and objects of our existence. It does not just passively illuminate them. It is not subordinate to them in any way. It has CREATED them. They are subordinate to IT.

In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty.

We always condemn most in others, he thought, that which we most fear in ourselves.

New York has always been going to hell but somehow it never gets there.