As for clothing, to come at once to the practical part of the question, perhaps we are led oftener by the love of novelty, and a regard for the opinions of men, in procuring it, than by a true utility. Let him who has work to do recollect that the object of clothing is, first,...
Eyes blinded by the fog of thingscannot see truth.Ears deafened by the din of thingscannot hear truth.Brains bewildered by the whirl of thingscannot think truth.Hearts deadened by the weight of thingscannot feel truth.Throats choked by the dust of thingscannot speak truth.
Do you think the wren ever dreams of a better house?
The IdealThis is where I came from.I passed this way.This should not be shameful Or hard to say.A self is a self. It is not a screen. A person should respectWhat he has been. This is my past Which I shall not discard. This is the ideal.This is hard.
Prose is architecture and the Baroque age is over.
Write that novel, sail that boat. And if you can’t, immerse yourself in the fantasy, be the ultimate dabbler, just enjoy what it is you enjoy. It’ll help you get well if you’re going to get well, and it’ll help you sail that great boat in the sky if that’s what’s going to happen. Onwards...
You can kill people with sound. And if you can kill, then maybe there is also the sound that is opposite of killing. And the distance between these two points is very big. And you are free–you can choose. In art everything is possible, but everything is not necessary.
Own less stuff. Enjoy more freedom. It really is that simple.
Minimalism means not trying to improve perfection.
trashy, profane and obscene” poems of Whitman and Ginsberg, [and] Martha Graham’s expressionism. I am, myself, a minimalist. But I love distortion guitar and the wild exhibitionism of so many American artists. Also, these divisions are false. Emily Dickinson, in fact, can be as trashy and obscene as the best of them! Anyway, Dickinson and...
The purposeful destruction of information is the essence of intelligent work.
I’ve found that the less stuff I own, the less my stuff owns me.
There’s been a lot written on the topic of minimalism. But I still believe in it.
So through a world of piety I made my way to Sebastian.