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Don’t Accept The Habitual As A Natural Thing. In Times Of Disorder, Of Organized Confusion, Of De-humanized Humanity, Nothing Should Seem Natural. Nothing Should Seem Impossible To Change.

The Headlong Stream Is Termed Violent But The River Bed Hemming It In Is Termed Violent By No One.

For Art To Be 'unpolitical' Means Only To Ally Itself With The 'ruling' Group.

Firebugs Dragging Their Gasoline Bottles Are Approaching The Academy Of Arts, With A Grin. And So, Instead Of Embracing Them, Let Us Demand The Freedom Of The Elbow To Knock The Bottles Out Of Their Filthy Hands. Even The Most Blockheaded Bureaucrat, Provided He Loves Peace, Is A Greater Lover Of The Arts Than Any So-called Art-lover Who Loves The Arts Of War.

General, Your Tank Is A Powerful Vehicle It Smashes Down Forests And Crushes A Hundred Men. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Driver. General, Your Bomber Is Powerful. It Flies Faster Than A Storm And Carries More Than An Elephant. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Mechanic. General, Man Is Very Useful. He Can Fly And He Can Kill. But He Has One Defect: He Can Think.