Have We Not Huddled In Bunkers, While

...love Must Be Regarded As One Of The Religious And Dangerous Experiences, Because It Lifts People Out Of The Arms Of Reason And Sets Them Afloat With No Ground Under Their Feet.

Mathematics Is The Bold Luxury Of Pure Reason, One Of The Few That Remain Today.

And While Faith Based On Theological Reasoning Is Today Universally Engaged In A Bitter Struggle With Doubt And Resistance From The Prevailing Brand Of Rationalism, It Does Seem That The Naked Fundamental Experience Itself, That Primal Seizure Of Mystic Insight, Stripped Of Religious Concepts, Perhaps No Longer To Be Regarded As A Religious Experience At All, Has Undergone An Immense Expansion And Now Forms The Soul Of That Complex Irrationalism That Haunts Our Era Like A Night Bird Lost In The Dawn.

The Thought Came To Me That All One Loves In Art Becomes Beautiful. Beauty Is Nothing But The Expression Of The Fact That Something Is Being Loved. Only Thus Could She Be Defined.

A Politician Who Climbs High Over The Bodies Of The Slain Is Described As Vile Or Great According To The Degree Of His Success.