Every Creation Is, At Its Root, The

The Thrill Of Creation Which We Experience Which We Experience When We See A Masterpiece Is Not Unlike The Feeling Of The Artist Who Created It; Such A Work Is A Fragment Of The World Which He Has Annexed And Which Belongs To Him Alone.

The Great Christian Art Did Not Die Because All Possible Forms Had Been Used Up; It Died Because Faith Was Being Transformed Into Piety. Now, The Same Conquest Of The Outside World That Brought In Our Modern Individualism, So Different From That Of The Renaissance, Is By Way Of Relativizing The Individual. It Is Plain To See That Man's Faculty Of Transformation, Which Began By A Remaking Of The Natural World, Has Ended By Calling Man Himself Into Question.

Nothing Is Harder Than To Get People To Think About What They Are Going To Do.

History May Clarify Our Understanding Of The Supreme Work Of Art, But Can Never Account For It Completely; For The Time Of Art Is Not The Same As The Time Of History.

The Attempt To Force Human Beings To Despise Themselves Is What I Call Hell.