The only real life is the life of the mind.
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
The function of thought is to guide action.
人生は、一度きりの旅だ。
Art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.