I love you and believe in you. If you want my ear<br>voice — e-mail.
I wish I had a man and not a dishrag printed over with big words like 'constitutional rights' and 'progress'!
No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and one friend the mistress they're promising to divorce their wives for.
If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around.
The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life. . . I'll show that they are not brilliant, not romantic, not delightful, not intelligent.
When people are collecting gold they aren't doing business. . . . Gold is constipation: even bankruptcy is more fluid. Gold isn't wealth: positions in markets are wealth.
Each Australian is a Ulysses.
Because beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their beauty and their death.
I love you and believe in you. If you want my earvoice — e-mail.
Surfaces reveal so much. The marks painters make reveal so much about their work and themselves; their sense of proportion, line, and rhythm is more telling than their signature. Looking at the surfaces of nature may offer equivalent revelations. What do these shapes and patterns reveal about the world and their creator? Surfaces hide so much.
Be strong-be strong in the discipline of self. How many otherwise good men squander their strength and dissipate their will and literally destroy their lives because they have not the power of self-discipline.
Caring is a reflex. . . You live, you help.