Absolute Atheism Starts In An Act Of

Things Are Opaque To Us, And We Are Opaque To Ourselves.

There Is Room Neither For The Poet Nor For The Contemplator In An Egalitarian World.

In Each Of Us There Dwells A Mystery, And That Mystery Is The Human Personality.

Art And Poetry Cannot Do Without One Another. Yet The Two Words Are Far From Being Synonymous. By Art I Mean The Creative Or Producing, Work-making Activity Of The Human Mind. By Poetry I Mean, Not The Particular Art Which Consists In Writing Verses, But A Process Both More General And More Primary: That Intercommunication Between The Inner Being Of Things And The Inner Being Of The Human Self Which Is A Kind Of Divination (as Was Realized In Ancient Times; The Latin Vates Was Both A Poet And A Diviner). Poetry, In This Sense, Is The Secret Life Of Each And All Of The Arts.

To Philosophize Man Must Put His Whole Soul Into Play, In Much The Same Manner That To Run He Must Use His Heart And Lungs.