A Man Without a Country

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

The truth is, we know so little about life, we don’t really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.

THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC

“If what he said is good, and so much of it is absolutely beautiful, what does it matter if he was God or not?”

And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”