What did Henry Miller mean by: Each man has his own way of being himself and of saying it so ultimately that he can’t be denied. Henry Miller Writer · USA Copy
Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Adaptation, Daring, Progress, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
My one thought is to get out of New York, to experience something genuinely American. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Escape, Exploration, Identity, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Focus, Present, Writing, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Impermanence, Mortality, Time, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Guilt, Knowledge, Sin, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Adaptation, Salvation, Sanity, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
I soon found out you can’t change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Acceptance, Realism, Resilience, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Henry Miller, Morality, Sexuality, Violence, 0 Henry Miller Writer · USA
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
