And I think for me theres a lot of neurosis involved with where you should be or thinking about where you are all the time instead of being where you are.
I can't expect others to share my virtues. It's good enough for me if they share my vices.
The most subtle art, the strongest and deepest art - supreme art - is the one that does not at first allow itself to be recognized.
The finest virtues can become deformed with age. The precise mind becomes finicky; the thrifty man, miserly; the cautious man, timorous; the man of imagination, fanciful. Even perseverance ends up in a sort of stupidity. Just as, on the other hand, being too willing to understand too many opinions, too diverse ways of seeing, constancy is lost and the mind goes astray in a restless fickleness.
Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.
The color of truth is gray.
In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.
The good or the bad fortune of men depends not less upon their own dispositions than upon fortune.
I am partly to blame for the decking boom, and I am sorry, I know it?s everywhere these days.
Smell remembers and tells the future. . . . Smell is home or loneliness. Confidence or betrayal. Smell remembers.
The Bronx are great. I have a lot of respect for those guys, they know more about music and how that world works than most of the players out there.