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The Artist Does Not Illustrate Science; ... [but] He Frequently Responds To The Same Interests That A Scientist Does, And Expresses By A Visual Synthesis What The Scientist Converts Into Analytical Formulae Or Experimental Demonstrations.

What Was Once Called The Objective World Is A Sort Of Rorschach Ink Blot, Into Which Each Culture, Each System Of Science And Religion, Each Type Of Personality, Reads A Meaning Only Remotely Derived From The Shape And Color Of The Blot Itself

Geneva Has The Sleepy Tidiness Of A Man Who Combs His Hair While Yet In His Pyjamas.

In Its Revolt Against Congestion And Sordor, A Space-hungry Generation Has, I Fear, Developed Eyes That Are Bigger Than Its Stomach.

A Certain Amount Of Opposition Is A Great Help To A Man. Kites Rise Against, Not With, The Wind.