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The Real Demon Is Success-the Anxieties Engendered By This Quest Are Relentless, Degrading, Corroding. What Is Worse, There Is No End To This Escalation Of Desire.

To Know The Good Is To React Against The Bad. Indifference Is The Mark Of Deprivation.

The World Of Sight Is Still Limitless. It Is The Artist Who Limits Vision To The Cramped Dimensions Of His Own Ego.

The Process Of Maturing Is An Art To Be Learned, An Effort To Be Sustained. By The Age Of Fifty You Have Made Yourself What You Are, And If It Is Good, It Is Better Than Your Youth.

It Is Privilege Of Living To Be Acutely, Agonizingly Conscious Of The Moment That Is Always Present And Always Passing.