Habit Is The Denial Of Creativity And

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky . The Glory Of Science Is Not In A Truth More Absolute Than The Truth Of Bach Or Tolstoy, But In The Act Of Creation Itself. The Scientist's Discoveries Impose His Own Order On Chaos, As The Composer Or Painter Imposes His; An Order That Always Refers To Limited Aspects Of Reality, And Is Based On The Observer's Frame Of Reference, Which Differs From Period To Period As A Rembrant Nude Differs From A Nude By Manet.

From The Psychological Point Of View, The Self-asserting Emotions, Derived From Emergency Reactions, Involve A Narrowing Of Consciousness; The Participatory Emotions An Expansion Of Consciousness By Identificatory Processes Of Various Kinds.

The Life We Led Was A Proof Of Man's Capacity For Adaptation.i Think That Even The Condemned Souls In Purgatory After Time Develop A Sort Of Homely Routine.that Is ,by The Way, Why Most Prison Memoirs Are Unreadable.the Difficulty Of Conveying To The Reader An Idea Of A Nightmare World From Which He Has Emerged Makes The Author Depict The Prisoner's State Of Mind As An Uninterruped Continuity Of Despair.he Fears To Appear Frivolous Or To Spoil His Effect By Admitting That Even In The Depths Of Misery Cheerfulness Keeps Breaking In.

The Prerequisite Of Originality Is The Art Of Forgetting, At The Proper Moment, What We Know.

The Moment Of Truth, The Sudden Emergence Of A New Insight, Is An Act Of Intuition. Such Intuitions Give The Appearance Of Miraculous Flushes, Or Short-circuits Of Reasoning. In Fact They May Be Likened To An Immersed Chain, Of Which Only The Beginning And The End Are Visible Above The Surface Of Consciousness. The Diver Vanishes At One End Of The Chain And Comes Up At The Other End, Guided By Invisible Links.