Quality Isn't A Thing. It Is An

What I Am Is A Heretic Who's Recanted, And Thereby In Everyone's Eyes Saved His Soul. Everyone's Eyes But One, Who Knows Deep Down Inside That All He Has Saved Is His Skin.

Within A Metaphysics Of Quality, Science Is A Set Of Static Intellectual Patterns Describing This Reality, But The Patterns Are Not The Reality They Describe.

From An Endless Beach Of Reality, We Take A Grain Of Sand And Call It The World.

The Birth Of A New Fact Is Always A Wonderful Thing To Experience. It's Dualistically Called A "discovery" Because Of The Presumption That It Has An Existence Independent Of Anyone's Awareness Of It. When It Comes Along, It Always Has, At First, A Low Value. Then, Depending On The Value-looseness Of The Observer And The Potential Quality Of The Fact, Its Value Increases, Either Slowly Or Rapidly, Or The Value Wanes And The Fact Disappears.

A Culture-bearing Book, Like A Mule, Bears The Culture On Its Back. No One Should Sit Down To Write One Deliberately. Culture-bearing Books Appear Almost Accidentally, Like A Sudden Surge In The Stock Market. There Are Books Of High Quality That Are A Part Of The Culture, But That Is Not The Same. They Are A Part Of It. They Aren't Carrying It Anywhere. They May Talk About Insanity Sympathetically, For Example, Because That's The Standard Cultural Attitude. But They Don't Carry Any Suggestion That Insanity Might Be Something Other Than Sickness Or Degeneracy.