I Don't Argue With My Enemies; I

The Only Domain Where The Divine Is Visible Is That Of Art, Whatever Name We Choose To Call It.

The Ordinary Man Puts Up A Struggle Against All That Is Not Himself, Whereas It Is Against Himself, In A Limited But All-essential Field, That The Artist Has To Battle.

And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends And Man Comes Into His Own.

Even The West Has Known The Architecture Of Empty Space, Whose Object, For Thousands Of Years, Has Been Less To Construct Divine Houses, Than To Create Sacred Places, To Seize Upon Mystery And To Immerse Man In It-whether By Raising The Cyclopean Pedestal That Surrounds Him With Stars, Or By Hollowing Out The Sanctuary That Wraps Him In Haunted Night.

The Basic Problem Is That Our Civilization, Which Is A Civilization Of Machines, Can Teach Man Everything Except How To Be A Man.