Manage me, I'm a mess Turn a page, I'm a book Half unread

I earned my place, With the tidal waves.I can't escape this feeling, That something ain't right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates, Still I can't escape this feelingThat something ain't right.

The author explains that some find recourse from injustice in literature and art but that these tend to deepen sensitivity to injustice rather than dull it.

Funny how people despise platitudes, when they are usually the truest thing going. A thing has to be pretty true before it gets to be a platitude.

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

If you look at my life, generally, I've been put in situations which were difficult and which I conquered.

Let the force of arms give place to law and justice.

I had gone to Europe . . . to reach for a place as a serious artist, but I never doubted that I must return. I was - and am - an American.

Let the river roll which way it will, cities will rise on its banks.

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

Honestly I feel comfortable starting and relieving. I've done both a lot. I really don't have a preference except which one gets me to the big leagues and allows me to excel the most.

When you finally accept that it's OK not to have answers and it's OK not to be perfect, you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.