... Divine Love Is Not Something Belonging

The Major Task Of The Twentieth Century Will Be To Explore The Unconscious, To Investigate The Subsoil Of The Mind.

On The Other Hand, The Pleasure Caused By Laughter, Even On The Stage, Is Not An Unadulterated Enjoyment; It Is Not A Pleasure That Is Exclusively Esthetic Or Altogether Disinterested. It Always Implies A Secret Or Unconscious Intent, If Not Of Each One Of Us, At All Events Of Society As A Whole. In Laughter We Always Find An Unavowed Intention To Humiliate, And Consequently To Correct Our Neighbour, If Not In His Will, At Least In His Deed.

To Exist Is To Change, To Change Is To Mature, To Mature Is To Go On Creating Oneself Endlessly.

Art Has No Other Object Than To Set Aside The Symbols Of Practical Utility, The Generalities That Are Conventionally And Socially Accepted, Everything In Fact Which Masks Reality From Us, In Order To Set Us Face To Face With Reality Itself.

Laughter Appears To Stand In Need Of An Echo, Listen To It Carefully: It Is Not An Articulate, Clear, Well-defined Sound; It Is Something Which Would Fain Be Prolonged By Reverberating From One To Another, Something Beginning With A Crash, To Continue In Successive Rumblings, Like Thunder In A Mountain.