A Man Of Personality Can Formulate Ideals,

Great Changes In The Destiny Of Mankind Can Be Effected Only In The Minds Of Little Children.

Modern Man Has Been In Search Of A New Language Of Form To Satisfy New Longings And Aspirations - Longings For Mental Appeasement, Aspirations To Unity, Harmony, Serenity - An End To His Alienation From Nature. All These Arts Of Remote Times Or Strange Cultures Either Give Or Suggest To The Modern Artist Forms Which He Can Adapt To His Needs, The Elements Of A New Iconography.

The Greatest Intensification Of The Horrors Of War Is A Direct Result Of The Democratisation Of The State. So Long As The Army Was A Professional Unit, The Specialist Function Of A Limited Number Of Men, War Remained A Relatively Harmless Contest For Power. But Once It Became Everyman's Duty To Defend His Home (or His Political “rights”) Warfare Was Free To Range Wherever That Home Might Be, And To Attack Every Form Of Life And Property Associated With That Home.

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

Art In Its Widest Sense Is The Extension Of The Personality: A Host Of Artificial Limbs.