November 5, 2009

Henry Miller's words of wisdom



Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

Life is constantly providing us with new funds, new resources, even when we are reduced to immobility. In life's ledger there is no such thing as frozen assets.

In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.

If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.

If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.

If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'

Music is a beautiful opiate, if you don't take it too seriously.

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

We do not talk - we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests.

What distinguishes the majority of men from the few is their ability to act according to their beliefs.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.

Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

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