Man Is Everywhere Still In Chains.

An Entertainment Is Something Which Distracts Us Or Diverts Us From The Routine Of Daily Life. It Makes Us For The Time Being Forget Our Cares And Worries; It Interrupts Our Conscious Thoughts And Habits, Rests Our Nerves And Minds, Though It May Incidentally Exhaust Our Bodies. Art, On The Other Hand, Though It May Divert Us From The Normal Routine Of Our Existence, Causes Us In Some Way Or Other To Become Conscious Of That Existence.

It Was Play Rather Than Work Which Enabled Man To Evolve His Higher Faculties - Everything We Mean By The Word 'culture'.

The Greatest Intensification Of The Horrors Of War Is A Direct Result Of The Democratisation Of The State. So Long As The Army Was A Professional Unit, The Specialist Function Of A Limited Number Of Men, War Remained A Relatively Harmless Contest For Power. But Once It Became Everyman's Duty To Defend His Home (or His Political “rights”) Warfare Was Free To Range Wherever That Home Might Be, And To Attack Every Form Of Life And Property Associated With That Home.

The Work Of Art... Is An Instrument For Tilling The Human Psyche, That It May Continue To Yield A Harvest Of Vital Beauty.

Love Works Miracles In Stillness.