You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered, someone whose fingers are a poem.

The REAL is who you ARE - BEING.

Who you want to become is an illusion - just imaginary.

The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.... Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow-men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.

It's the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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