Nature Is Inside Art As Its Content,

We Are Always In The Place Of Beginning; There Is No Advance In Infinity.

Literally, The Bible Is A Gigantic Myth, A Narrative Extending Over The Whole Of Time From Creation To Apocalypse, Unified By A Body Of Recurring Imagery That "freezes" Into A Single Metaphor Cluster, The Metaphors All Being Identified With The Body Of The Messiah, The Man Who Is All Men, The Totality Logoi Who Is One Logos, The Grain Of Sand That Is The World.

No Matter How Much Experience We May Gather In Life, We Can Never In Life Get The Dimension Of Experience That The Imagination Gives Us. Only The Arts And Sciences Can Do That, And Of These, Only Literature Gives Us The Whole Sweep And Range Of Human Imagination As It Sees Itself

The Bedrock Of Doubt Is The Total Nothingness Of Death. Death Is A Leveler, Not Because Everybody Dies, But Because Nobody Understands What Death Means.

We Have To Look At The Figures Of Speech A Writer Uses, His Images And Symbols, To Realize That Underneath All The Complexity Of Human Life That Uneasy Stare At An Alien Nature Is Still Haunting Us, And The Problem Of Surmounting It Still With Us.