Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

Whatever A Theologian Regards As True Must Be False: There You Have Almost A Criterion Of Truth.

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

There Is Sense In Hoping For Recognition In A Distant Future Only When We Take It For Granted That Mankind Will Remain Essentially Unchanged, And That Whatever Is Great Is Not For One Age Only But Will Be Looked Upon As Great For All Time.

The Greeks, With Their Truly Healthy Culture, Have Once And For All Justified Philosophy Simply By Having Engaged In It, And Having Engaged In It More Fully Than Any Other People.

Love As A Passion—it Is Our European Specialty—must Absolutely Be Of Noble Origin; As Is Well Known, Its Invention Is Due To The Provencal Poet-cavaliers, Those Brilliant, Ingenious Men Of The "gai Saber," To Whom Europe Owes So Much, And Almost Owes Itself.