That Is Why I Believe That Art

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

The Worth Of A Civilization Or A Culture Is Not Valued In The Terms Of Its Material Wealth Or Military Power, But By The Quality And Achievements Of Its Representative Individuals - Its Philosophers, Its Poets And Its Artists.

An Enormous Amount Of Art And Literature Is Erotic In The Sense That It Stimulates Vague Sexual Emotions, But It Has No Pornographic Intention Or Effect Because "it Leaves Everything To The Imagination." The Consumer Has To Invent His Own Images, And It Is Felt, I Do Not Know With What Justification, That There Is No Harm In This.

Only A People Serving An Apprenticeship To Nature Can Be Trusted With Machines. Only Such People Will So Contrive And Control Those Machines That Their Products Are An Enhancement Of Biological Needs, And Not A Denial Of Them.

Sensibility... Is A Direct And Particular Reaction To The Separate And Individual Nature Of Things. It Begins And Ends With The Sensuous Apprehension Of Colour, Texture And Formal Relations; And If We Strive To Organize These Elements, It Is Not With The Idea Of Increasing The Knowledge Of The Mind, But Rather In Order To Intensify The Pleasure Of The Senses.