A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.
As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.
Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.
Eskimo: ‘If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?’ Priest: ‘No, not if you did not know.’ Eskimo: ‘Then why did you tell me?’
It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator, our very self-consciousness, is also the one thing that divides us from our fellow creatures. It was a bitter birthday present from evolution.
People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.