There Is No Disinfectant Like Success.

Dispersed As The Jews Are, They Still Form One Nation, Foreign To The Land They Live In.

The Image Is Made To Order, Tailored To Us. An Ideal, On The Hand, Has A Claim On Us. It Does Not Serve Us, We Serve It. If We Have Trouble Striding Toward It, We Assume The Matter Is With Us, And Not The Ideal.

It Is Only A Short Step From Exaggerating What We Can Find In The World To Exaggerating Our Power To Remake The World. Expecting More Novelty Than There Is, More Greatness Than There Is, And More Strangeness Than There Is, We Imagine Ourselves Masters Of A Plastic Universe. But A World We Can Shape To Our Will Is A Shapeless World.

Each Living Art Object, Taken Out Of Its Native Habitat So We Can Conveniently Gaze At It, Is Like An Animal In A Zoo. Something About It Has Died In The Removal.

Freedom Means The Opportunity To Be What We Never Thought We Would Be.