Barbarism Is The Absence Of Standards To

The Trend Towards Pure Art Betrays Not Arrogance, As Is Often Thought, But Modesty. Art That Has Rid Itself Of Human Pathos Is A Thing Without Consequence.

Man Has To Live With The Body And Soul Which Have Fallen To Him By Chance.

In Their Choice Of Lovers Both The Male And The Female Reveal Their Essential Nature. The Type Of Human Being We Prefer Reveals The Contours Of Our Heart. Love Is An Impulse Which Springs From The Most Profound Depths Of Our Beings, And Upon Reaching The Visible Surface Of Life Carries With It An Alluvium Of Shells And Seaweed From The Inner Abyss. A Skilled Naturalist, By Filing These Materials, Can Reconstruct The Oceanic Depths From Which They Have Been Uprooted.

Man In A Word Has No Nature; What He Has... Is History.

These Are The Only Genuine Ideas, The Ideas Of The Shipwrecked. All The Rest Is Rhetoric, Posturing, Farce.