The Book, Like The Bicycle, Is A

Universities Incline Wits To Sophistry And Affectation.

Of True Knowledge At Any Time, A Good Part Is Merely Convenient, Necessary Indeed To The Worker, But Not To An Understanding Of His Subject: One Can Judge A Building Without Knowing Where To Buy The Bricks; One Can Understand A Violin Sonata Without Knowing How To Score For The Instrument. The Work May In Fact Be Better Understood Without A Knowledge Of The Details Of Its Manufacture, Of Attention To These Tends To Distract From Meaning And Effect.

My Notion About Any Artist Is That We Honor Him Best By Reading Him, By Playing His Music, By Seeing His Plays Or By Looking At His Pictures. We Don't Need To Fall All Over Ourselves With Adjectives And Epithets. Let's Play Him More.

Can An Idea A Notion As Abstract As Relativism Produce By Itself The Effects Alleged? Cause All The Harm, Destroy All The Lives And Reputations? I Am As Far As Anyone Can Be From Denying The Power Of Ideas In History, But The Suggestion That A Philosophy (as Relativism Is Often Called) Has Perverted Millions And Debased Daily Life Is On The Face Of It Absurd. No Idea Working Alone Has Ever Demoralized Society, And There Have Been Plenty Of Ideas Simpler And More Exciting Than Relativism.

Machines Are Admirable And Tyrannize Only With The User's Consent. Where, Then, Is The Enemy? Not Where The Machine Gives Relief From Drudgery But Where Human Judgment Abdicates. The Smoothest Machine-made Product Of The Age Is The Organization Man, For Even The Best Organizing Principle Tends To Corrupt, And The Mechanical Principle Corrupts Absolutely.