I Am The Place In Which Something

Understanding Arises From Reducing One Type Of Reality Into Another.

For Everything Is History: What Was Said Yesterday Is History, What Was Said A Minute Ago Is History. But, Above All, One Is Led To Misjudge The Present, Because Only The Study Of Historical Development Permits The Weighing And Evaluation Of The Interrelationships Among The Components Of The Present-day Society.

Since Music Is The Only Language With The Contradictory Attributes Of Being Intelligible And Untranslatable, The Musical Creator Is A Being Comparable To The Gods, And Music Itself The Supreme Mystery Of The Science Of Man.

The Scientist Is Not A Person Who Gives The Right Answers, He Is One Who Asks The Right Questions.

No Contact With Savage Indian Tribes Has Ever Daunted Me More Than The Morning I Spent With An Old Lady Swathed In Woolies Who Compared Herself To A Rotten Herring Encased In A Block Of Ice.