Creeds And Castes, And All Forms Of

It Was Play Rather Than Work Which Enabled Man To Evolve His Higher Faculties - Everything We Mean By The Word 'culture'.

The Classicist, And The Naturalist Who Has Much In Common With Him, Refuse To See In The Highest Works Of Art Anything But The Exercise Of Judgement, Sensibility, And Skill. The Romanticist Cannot Be Satisfied With Such A Normal Standard; For Him Art Is Essentially Irrational - An Experience Beyond Normality, Sometimes Destructive Of Normality, And At The Very Least Evocative Of That State Of Wonder Which Is The State Of Mind Induced By The Immediately Inexplicable.

Only A People Serving An Apprenticeship To Nature Can Be Trusted With Machines. Only Such People Will So Contrive And Control Those Machines That Their Products Are An Enhancement Of Biological Needs, And Not A Denial Of Them.

The Great Modern Heresy In Poetry Is To Confuse The Use We Make Of Words In A Poem With Modalities Of Speech...for True Poetry Is Never Speech But Always A Song.

An Entertainment Is Something Which Distracts Us Or Diverts Us From The Routine Of Daily Life. It Makes Us For The Time Being Forget Our Cares And Worries; It Interrupts Our Conscious Thoughts And Habits, Rests Our Nerves And Minds, Though It May Incidentally Exhaust Our Bodies. Art, On The Other Hand, Though It May Divert Us From The Normal Routine Of Our Existence, Causes Us In Some Way Or Other To Become Conscious Of That Existence.