The Final Goal Of Human Effort Is

War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build The Cities For Lovers And Friends.

Because Of Their Origin And Purpose, The Meanings Of Art Are Of A Different Order From The Operational Meanings Of Science And Technics: They Relate, Not To External Means And Consequences, But To Internal Transformations, And Unless It Produce These Internal Transformations The Work Of Art Is Either Perfunctory Or Dead.

Adventure Is Humdrum And Routine Unless One Assimilates It, Unless One Relates It To A Central Core Which Grows Within And Gives It Contour And Significance. Raw Experience Is Empty, Just As Empty As The Forecastle Of A Whaler As In A Chamber Of A Counting House; For It Is Not What One Does, But In A Manifold Sense, What One Realizes That Keeps Existence From Being Vain And Trivial.

If There Are Favourable Habitats And Favorable Forms Of Association For Animalsand Plants, As Ecology Demonstrates, Why Not For Men? If Each Particular Natural Environment Has Has Its Own Balance; Is There Not Perhaps An Equivalent Of This In Culture?