Reality is contradictory. And it's paradoxical.
We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.
There ain't no answer. There ain't gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
There are interesting forms of difficulty, and there are unprofitable forms of difficulty. I mean, I enjoy some difficult poetry, but some of it is impenetrable and I actually wouldn't want to penetrate it if I could, perhaps.
I'm doomed romantically. I try to find a formula for everything in life, and that includes romance, but my methods haven't proven successful because there is no formula in romance.
Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.
So let us today drudge on about our inescapably impossible task of providing every week a first rough draft of history that will never really be completed about a world we can never really understand.....
This was the origin of the widely used phrase about news media --- “the first rough draft of history.”
There's no such thing as an aura of mystery anymore. It doesn't exist. That's a thing of the past.