Just As I Work With Paints, Brushes,

I Am An Economic Person; I Judge The Amount Of Work Involved With The Amount Of Worth Attained.

If The Affairs Of The World Were Put In The Hands Of The Screwball Artists, It Couldn’t Be In A Worse State Than It Is Now !

Reality Is Fabricated Out Of Desire.

Each One Of Us, In His Timidity, Has A Limit Beyond Which He Is Outraged. It Is Inevitable That He Who By Concentrated Application Has Extended This Limit For Himself, Should Arouse The Resentment Of Those Who Have Accepted Conventions Which, Since Accepted By All, Require No Initiative Of Application. And This Resentment Generally Takes The Form Of Meaningless Laughter Or Of Criticism, If Not Persecution.

The Complicated Engines Manufactured By Men Demand, If One Really Wants To Use Them, Much Calm. Ever Since Our Love For Machines Replaced The Love We Used To Have For Our Fellow Man, Catastrophes Proceed To Increase.