Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.
Without art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without science, we should always worship false gods.
The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.
And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.
Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.
The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.
