In Laughter We Always Find An Unavowed

Men Do Not Sufficiently Realize That Their Future Is In Their Own Hands. Theirs Is The Task Of Determining First Of All Whether They Want To Go On Living Or Not. Theirs Is The Responsibility, Then, For Deciding If They Want Merely To Live, Or Intend To Make Just The Extra Effort Required For Fulfilling, Even On This Refractory Planet, The Essential Function Of The Universe, Which Is A Machine For The Making Of Gods.

There Is Nothing [that] Disarms Us Like Laughter.

Wherever Anything Lives, There Is, Open Somewhere, A Register In Which Time Is Being Inscribed.

For Life Is Tendency, And The Essence Of A Tendency Is To Develop In The Form Of A Sheaf, Creating, By Its Very Growth, Divergent Directions Among Which Its Impetus Is Divided.

If Reality Impacted Directly On Our Senses And Our Consciousness, If We Could Have Direct Communication Between The Material World And Ourselves, Art Would Be Unnecessary.