“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”
“But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.”
“Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read the lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.”
The world is not to be put in order; the world is order, incarnate. It is for us to harmonize with this order.
George Linnaeus Banks