Nature has no goal in view, and final causes are only human imaginings.
I was one of those people who just flitted about in life. I had no plans and no sense of direction.
A point in every direction is the same as having no point at all.
It looked exhausting and pointless, two things that should be avoided at all costs
I pursue no intentions, no directions; I have no program, no style and no mission.
To string incongruities and absurdities together in a wandering and sometimes purposeless way, and seem innocently unaware that they are absurdities, is the basis of the American art, if my position is correct.
If you don't know where you're going, it doesn't matter if your alarm doesn't go off in the morning.
I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.
The man without religion is as a ship without a rudder.
Idle and meaningless ... a form less solemn to me than the affirmation I would have reverently made.
It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It was not the thought that God was cruel that froze me. I had taught myself never to expect anything from Him. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out.
Purposeless activity may be a phase of death.
I'm driven. I am. I'm driven for some reason. But I don't know where I'm going.
Competence is a narrow ideal. Competence makes the trains run on time but doesn't know where they're going.
