All Men Are Creative But Few Are

To Translate, One Must Have A Style Of His Own, For The Translation Will Have No Rhythm Or Nuance, Which Come From The Process Of Artistically Thinking Through And Molding The Sentences; They Cannot Be Reconstituted By Piecemeal Imitation. The Problem Of Translation Is To Retreat To A Simpler Tenor Of One’s Own Style And Creatively Adjust This To One’s Author.

A Successful Revolution Establishes A New Community. A Missed Revolution Makes Irrelevant The Community That Persists. And A Compromised Revolution Tends To Shatter The Community That Was, Without An Adequate Substitute.

In The Modern World, We Americans Are The Old Inhabitants. We First Had Political Freedom, High Industrial Production, An Economy Of Abundance.

The Aim Is Not To Give Human Beings Real Goals That Warrant Belief, And Tasks To Share In, But To Re-establish "belonging," Although This Kind Of Speech And Thought Is Precisely Calculated To Avoid Contact And So Makes Belonging Impossible.

There Is The Dumb Silence Of Slumber Or Apathy... The Fertile Silence Of Awareness, Pasturing The Soul... The Silence Of Peaceful Accord With Other Persons Or Communion With The Cosmos.