Language Is A Form Of Human Reason,

Not All Poisonous Juices Are Burning Or Bitter Nor Is Everything Which Is Burning And Bitter Poisonous.

Freedom Is Neither A Legal Invention Nor A Philosophical Conquest, The Cherished Possession Of Civilizations More Valid Than Others Because They Alone Have Been Able To Create Or Preserve It. It Is The Outcome Of An Objective Relationship Between The Individual And The Space He Occupies, Between The Consumer And The Resources At His Disposal.

The Anthropologist Respects History, But He Does Not Accord It A Special Value. He Conceives It As A Study Complementary To His Own: One Of Them Unfurls The Range Of Human Societies In Time, The Other In Space.

How Can My Old Photographs Fail To Create In Me A Feeling Of Emptiness And Sorrow? They Make Me Acutely Aware That This Second Deprivation Will Be Final This Time.

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.