My life with Howard Hughes was and shall remain a matter on which I will have no comment.
Sunday was always the best of days for being the self you had intended to be, but were not, for one reason or another.
If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.
First, he says, you have to go out into the world. This is not a simple matter of going outside one's door. No, that is simply going out. That's what one does when one is on the way to the store to buy a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of wine. When one goes out into the world, one is shedding preconceptions of past paths and ideas of past paths, and trying to move freely through an unsubstantiated and new geography.
Not that believing such things has anything to do with whether they are true. You see that, don't you?
Different times and different structures make more sense at one point in life than at another.
I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, but to find what does exist, and then to see what it is.
There's a certain delusional quality that all successful people have to have.
Too early religious advancement of the Hindus and that superfineness in everything which made them cling to higher alternatives, have reduced them to what they are. The Hindus have to learn a little bit of materialism from the West and teach them a little bit of spirituality.
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life?
Every man is an impossibility until he is born.