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Art Distills Sensation And Embodies It With Enhanced Meaning In A Memorable Form - Or Else It Is Not Art.

Since It Is Seldom Clear Whether Intellectual Activity Denotes A Superior Mode Of Being Or A Vital Deficiency, Opinion Swings Between Considering Intellect A Privilege And Seeing It As A Handicap

Since In Every European Country Between 1870 And 1914 There Was A War Party Demanding Armaments, An Individualist Party Demanding Ruthless Competition, An Imperialist Party Demanding A Free Hand Over Backward Peoples, A Socialist Party Demanding The Conquest Of Power And A Racialist Party Demanding Internal Purges Against Aliens - All Of Them, When Appeals To Greed And Glory Failed, Invoked Spencer And Darwin, Which Was To Say Science Incarnate.

Baseball Is A Kind Of Collective Chess With Arms And Legs In Full Play Under Sunlight.

Maxims In Times Of Danger Are Useless, Experience Is Incommunicable. The Knotted Strands Of Life, Desire, Assumptions, And Moral Codes Cannot Be Unsnarled; They Can Only Be Cut, Which Is What Happens When An Air Raid Occurs, With A Silencing Fortissimo Like The Finale Of A Beethoven Symphony.