You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place?
I am dead because I lack desire,I lack desire because I think I possess.I think I possess because I do not try to give.
This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.
Words are made for a certain exactness of thought, as tears are for a certain degree of pain. What is least distinct cannot be named; what is clearest is unutterable.
A man who makes a plate or a shirt or a loaf of bread or anything our great great ancestors called a work of art, has no need to try to be sincere; all he can do is practice his craft to the best of his ability. But once he starts making useless things, how can he not be sincere?
I think I possess because I do not try to give,Trying to give, I see that I have nothing.
It is still not enough for language to have clarity and content…it must also have a goal and an imperative. Otherwise from language we descend to chatter, from chatter to babble, and from babble to confusion.
