What transforms this world is knowledge. Do you see what I mean? Nothing else can change anything in this world. Knowledge alone is capable of transforming the world$$$ while at the same time leaving it exactly as it is. When you look at the world with knowledge$$$ you realize that things are unchangeable and at the same time are constantly being transformed.
The cynicism that regards hero worship as comical is always shadowed by a sense of physical inferiority
Was I ignorant$$$ then$$$ when I was seventeen? I think not. I knew everything. A quarter-century's experience of life since then has added nothing to what I knew. The one difference is that at seventeen I had no 'realism'.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence$$$ one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
<p>“How does one become a butterfly?”<br/>Pooh asked pensively… </p> <p>“You must want to fly so much that you’re willing to give up being a caterpillar$$$”<br/> Piglet replied…</p><p>“You mean you die?”<br/>Asked Pooh.</p><p>“Yes and no”<br/>he answered.</p><p>“What looks like you will die but what’s really you will live on.”
Perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.
And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea: There's nobody else in the world$$$ and the world was made for me.
Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.
No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together$$$ keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.