A World In Everlasting Conflict Between The

No Doubt Any Connoisseur, Any Collector, Some Bored Old Millionaire When He Shows Off His Treasures, Is Seeking In Your Praise The Resurrection And The Life.

Politics Is Like Navigation In A Sea Without Charts, And Wise Men Live The Lives Of Pilgrims.

The Concept, The Label, Is Perpetually Hiding From Us All The Nature Of The Real.

A Foul-mouthed Oaf, A Drunken Laborer Lying In A Drain, A Beaten Wife With Blackened Eyes And Torn Clothes, Cannot Be Made Romantic To A Child Who Sees How Other Children Suffer From Bad-tempered Parents, From Drunken Fathers To Termagant Mothers.

A World In Everlasting Conflict Between The New Idea And The Old Allegiances, New Arts And New Inventions Against The Old Establishment.