There Is Nothing Very 'normal' About Nature.

Life, Unlike The Inanimate, Will Take The Long Way Round To Circumvent Barrenness. A Kind Of Desperate Will Resides Even In A Root.

The Creative Element In The Mind Of Man . . . Emerges In As Mysterious A Fashion As Those Elementary Particles Which Leap Into Momentary Existence In Great Cyclotrons, Only To Vanish Again Like Infinitesimal Ghosts.

If There Is Magic On This Planet, It Is Contained In Water.

It Is Frequently The Tragedy Of The Great Artist For Example Vincent Van Gogh, As It Is Of The Great Scientist, That He Frightens The Ordinary Man. If He Is More Than A Popular Story-teller It May Take Humanity A Generation To Absorb And Grow Accustomed To The New Geography With Which The Scientist Or Artist Presents Us. Even Then, Perhaps Only The More Imaginative And Literate May Accept Him. Subconsciously The Genius Is Feared As An Image Breaker; Frequently He Does Not Accept The Opinions Of The Mass, Or Man's Opinion Of Himself.

It Is A Commonplace Of All Religious Thought, Even The Most Primitive, That The Man Seeking Visions And Insight Must Go Apart From His Fellows And Love For A Time In The Wilderness.