William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

All good art is an indiscretion.

The mountain violets break the rocks.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.