Perfection bores me, in art, in music; most of all, in people. Luckily, perfection is rare.
Fit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.
A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.
I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron. . . . I should have been able to do better.
I have always thought the suicide should bump off at least one swine before taking off for parts unknown.
A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.
It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
This is what the government is, has always been, the creator and defender of privilege; the organization of oppression and revenge. To hope that it can ever become anything else is the vainest of delusions. They tell you that Anarchy, the dream of social order without government, is a wild fancy. The wildest dream that ever entered the heart of man is the dream that mankind can ever help itself through an appeal to law, or to come to any order that will not result in slavery wherein there is any excuse for government.
We need to develop and disseminate an entirely new paradigm and practice of collaboration that supersedes the traditional silos that have divided governments, philanthropies and private enterprises for decades and replace it with networks of partnerships working together to create a globally prosperous society.
Some people find fault like there is a reward for it
The web of life, love, suffering and death unites all beings.