The Divine Art Is The Story.

I Have Before Seen Other Countries, In The Same Manner, Give Themselves To You When You Are About To Leave Them.

The True Art Of The Gods Is The Comic. The Comic Is A Condescension Of The Divine To The World Of Man; It Is The Sublime Vision, Which Cannot Be Studied, But Must Ever Be Celestially Granted. In The Comic The Gods See Their Own Being Reflected As In A Mirror, And While The Tragic Poet Is Bound By Strict Laws, They Will Allow The Comic Artist A Freedom As Unlimited As Their Own.

Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any Of Us. Silence Does.

Difficult Times Have Helped Me To Understand Better Than Before, How Infinitely Rich And Beautiful Life Is In Every Way, And That So Many Things That One Goes Worrying About Are Of No Importance Whatsoever.

It Is A Sad Hardship And Slavery To People Who Live In Towns, That In Their Movements They Know Of One Dimension Only; They Walk Along The Line As If They Were Led On A String. The Transition From The Line To The Plane Into The Two Dimensions, When You Wander Across A Field Or Through A Wood, Is A Splendid Liberation To The Slaves, Like The French Revolution. But In The Air You Are Taken Into The Full Freedom Of The Three Dimensions; After Long Ages Of Exile And Dreams The Homesick Heart Throws Itself Into The Arms Of Space.