Progress Would Be Wonderful - If Only

To Love Something As An Artist ... Means To Be Shaken Not By Its Ultimate Value Or Lack Of Value, But By A Side Of It That Suddenly Opens Up. Where Art Has Value It Shows Things That Few Have Seen. It's Conquering, Not Pacifying.

I Am Not Only Convinced That What I Say Is False, But Also That What One Might Say Against It Is False. Despite This, One Must Begin To Talk About It. In Such A Case The Truth Lies Not In The Middle, But Rather All Around, Like A Sack, Which, With Each New Opinion One Stuffs Into It, Changes Its Form, And Becomes More And More Firm.

His Answers Were Quite Often Like That. When She Spoke Of Beauty, He Spoke Of The Fatty Tissue Supporting The Epidermis. When She Mentioned Love, He Responded With The Statistical Curve That Indicates The Automatic Rise And Fall In The Annual Birthrate. When She Spoke Of The Great Figures In Art, He Traced The Chain Of Borrowings That Links These Figures To One Another.

Wordsworth's Particular Grace, His Charisma, As Theologians Say, Has Been Granted In Equal Measure To So Very Few Men Since Time Was--to Plato And Who Else? The Crucial Thing Is Never What We Do, But Always What We Do Right After That. What Matters Is Always The Next Step!

For Only Fools, Fanatics, And Mental Cases Can Stand Living At The Highest Pitch Of Soul; A Sane Person Must Be Content With Declaring That Life Would Not Be Worth Living Without A Spark Of That Mysterious Fire.