In Its Revolt Against Congestion And Sordor,

Genuine [economic] Value Lies In The Power To Sustain Or Enrich Life

He Who Touches The Soil Of Manhattan And The Pavement Of New York, Touches, Whenever He Knows Or Not, Walt Whitman.

We Have Lost Faith In The Formal Powers Of The Mind, Not, As Some Suppose, Because Our Universe Is Too Difficult To Grasp, But Because We Lack The Inner Principle Of Order.

Everyone Aimed At Security: No One Accepted Responsibility. What Was Plainly Lacking, Long Before The Barbarian Invasions Had Done Their Work, Long Before Economic Dislocations Became Serious, Was Inner Go. Rome’s Life Was Now An Imitation Of Life: A Mere Holding On. Security Was The Watchword – As If Life Knew Any Other Stability Than Through Constant Change, Or Any Form Of Security Except Through A Constant Willingness To Take Risks

Life Is An Art We Are Required To Practice Without Preparation, A Score That We Play At Sight Even Before We Have Mastered Our Instruments.