Productiveness is your acceptance of morality your recognition of the fact that you choose to live--that productive work is the process by which mans consciousness controls his existence a constant process of acquiring knowledge and shaping matter to fit ones purpose of translating an idea into physical form of remaking the earth in the image of ones values--that all work is creative work if done by a thinking mind and no work is creative if done by a blank who repeats in uncritical stupor a routine he has learned from others--that your work is yours to choose and the choice is as wide as your mind that nothing more is possible to you and nothing less is human--that to cheat your way into a job bigger than your mind can handle is to become a fear-corroded ape on borrowed motions and borrowed time and to settle down into a job that requires less than your minds full capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion decay--that your work is the process of achieving your values and to lose your ambition for values is to lose your ambition to live--that your body is a machine but your mind is its driver and you must drive as far as your mind will take you with achievement as the goal of your road--that the man who has no purpose is a machine that coasts downhill at the mercy of any boulder to crash in the first chance ditch that the man who stifles his mind is a stalled machine slowly going to rust that the man who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being towed to the scrap heap and the man who makes another man his goal is a hitchhiker no driver should ever pick up--that your work is the purpose of your life and you must speed past any killer who assumes the right to stop you that any value you might find outside your work any other loyalty or love can be only travelers you choose to share your journey and must be travelers going on their own power in the same direction.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness.

I had fallen too far. I was in love with Rush Finlay.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Love is Not AllLove is not all it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath Nor clean the blood nor set the fractured bone Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Or nagged by want past resolutions power I might be driven to sell your love for peace Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

Why is the measure of love loss

Love is not a consequence. Love is not a choice. Love is a thirst. A need as vital to the soul as water is to the body. Love is a precious draught that not only soothes a parched throat but it vitalizes a man. It fortifies him enough that he is willing to slay dragons for the woman who offers it. Take that draught of love from me and I will shrivel to dust. To take it from a man dying of thirst and give it to another whilst he watches is a cruelty I never thought you capable of.

Love After LoveThe time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the others welcome and say sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself to the stranger who has loved you all your life whom you ignored for another who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf the photographs the desperate notes peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

Love is like breakfast with Mildred. Whos Mildred How the heck should I know I dont eat breakfast.