I don’t actually take much stock in the collapsing culture bit. I’m beginning to see it instead as the conduct of life without input from your soul.

It wasn't that he was specially ungenerous but that he put things off to give his generosity a longer and more significant route.

All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!

Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.

But there are things you can't consult anybody about.

I am a phoenix who runs after arsonists.

There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.