Love Works Miracles In Stillness.

In A Sense, Every Tool Is A Machine--the Hammer, The Ax, And The Chisel. And Every Machine Is A Tool. The Real Distinction Is Between One Man Using A Tool With His Hands And Producing An Object That Shows At Every Stage The Direction Of His Will And The Impression Of His Personality; And A Machine Which Is Producing, Without The Intervention Of A Particular Man, Objects Of A Uniformity And Precision That Show No Individual Variation And Have No Personal Charm. The Problem Is To Decide Whether The Objects Of Machine Production Can Possess The Essential Qualities Of Art.

These Groups Within A Society Can He Distinguished According As To Whether, Like An Army Or An Orchestra, They Function As A Single Body; Or Whether They Are United Merely To Defend Their Common Interests And Otherwise Function As Separate Individuals.

Art In Its Widest Sense Is The Extension Of The Personality: A Host Of Artificial Limbs.

Art Is Pattern Informed By Sensibility.

Intellect Begins With The Observation Of Nature, Proceeds To Memorize And Classify The Facts Thus Observed, And By Logical Deduction Builds Up That Edifice Of Knowledge Properly Called Science… But Admittedly We Also Know By Feeling, And We Can Combine The Two Faculties, And Present Knowledge In The Guise Of Art.