It's Easy To Forget How

Talk Is A Pure Art. Its Only Limits Are The Patience Of Listeners Who, When They Get Tired, Can Always Pay For Their Coffee Or Change It With A Friendly Waiter And Walk Out.

That's The Great Danger Of Sectarian Opinions, They Always Accept The Formulas Of Past Events As Useful For The Measurement Of Future Events And They Never Are, If You Have High Standards Of Accuracy.

Individuality Is Freedom Lived.

A Set Of Ideas, A Point Of View, A Frame Of Reference Is In Space Only An Intersection, The State Of Affairs At Some Given Momentin The Consciousness Of One Man Or Many Men, But In Time It Has Evolving Form, Virtually Organic Extension. In Time Ideas Can Be Thought Of As Sprouting, Growing, Maturing, Bringing Forth Seed And Dying Like Plants.

This Ain't A War... It's A Goddam Whorehouse.