Art Is The Proper Task Of Life.

Life Without Music Is Only Error, Exhaustion, Exile... Indeed, There Is Nothing That Concerns Me More Than The Fate Of Music.

With The Unknown, One Is Confronted With Danger, Discomfort, And Care; The First Instinct Is To Abolish These Painful States. First Principle: Any Explanation Is Better Than None. . . . The Causal Instinct Is Thus Conditional Upon, And Excited By, The Feeling Of Fear. The "why?" Shall, If At All Possible, Not Give The Cause For Its Own Sake So Much As For A Particular Kind Of Cause -- A Cause That Is Comforting, Liberating, And Relieving.

The Newspaper Reader Says: This Party Will Ruin Itself If It Makes Errors Like This. My Higher Politics Says: A Party Which Makes Errors Like This Is Already Finished -- It Is No Longer Secure In Its Instincts.

"state," I Call It, Where They All Drink Poison, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Lose Themselves, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Call Their Slow Suicide-"life."

It Is Perhaps Just Dawning On Five Or Six Minds That Physics, Too, Is Only An Interpretation And Exegesis Of The World (to Suit Us, If I May Say So!) And Not A World-explanation.