There Is No Muse Of Philosophy, Nor

He Who Asks Fortune-tellers The Future Unwittingly Forfeits An Inner Intimation Of Coming Events That Is A Thousand Times More Exact Than Anything They May Say.

All Great Works Of Literature Either Dissolve A Genre Or Invent One.

If Mythic Violence Is Lawmaking, Divine Violence Is Law-​destroying; If The Former Sets Boundaries, The Latter Boundlessly Destroys Them; If Mythic Violence Brings At Once Guilt And Retribution, Divine Power Only Expiates; If The Former Threatens, The Latter Strikes; If The Former Is Bloody, The Latter Is Lethal Without Spilling Blood

He Who Asks Fortune-tellers The Future Unwittingly Forfeits An Inner Intimation Of Coming Events That Is A Thousand Times More Exact Than Anything They May Say. He Is Impelled By Inertia, Rather Than Curiosity, And Nothing Is More Unlike The Submissive Apathy With Which He Hears His Fate Revealed Than The Alert Dexterity With Which The Man Of Courage Lays Hands On The Future.

Mechanical Reproduction Emancipates The Work Of Art From Its Parasitical Dependence On Ritual.