There Was No Answer, No Solution, No

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? … The Purpose Of Life Is To Matter, To Be Productive, To Have It Make Some Difference That You Lived At All.

The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy, The Purpose Of Life Is To Matter.

In The Dark Colony Of Night, When I Consider Man's Magnificent Capacity For Malice, Madness, Folly, Envy, Rage, And Destructiveness, And I Wonder Whether We Shall Not End Up As Breakfast For Newts And Polyps, I Seem To Hear The Muffled Cries Of All The Words In All The Books With Covers Closed.

For Some Not To Be Martyrs Is Martyrdom Indeed.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.