We Fell Morally Ill Because We Became

By Perceiving Ourselves As Part Of The River, We Take Responsibility For The River As A Whole.

Man Is A Part Of The World, And His Spirit Is Part Of The Spirit Of The World. We Are Merely A Peculiar Mode Of Being, A Living Atom Within It, Or, Rather, A Cell That, If Sufficiently Open To Itself And Its Own Mystery, Can Also Experience The Mystery, The Will, The Pain, And The Hope Of The World.

Our Social And Economic Statistics Are Telling Us What We Already Know In Our Hearts: We Have Created A World That Works For Only A Few. To Change This, We Must Learn To Act Toward Each Other And Our Environment In Profoundly Different Ways.

There Is Only One Art, Whose Sole Criterion Is The Power, The Authenticity, The Revelatory Insight, The Courage And Suggestiveness With Which It Seeks Its Truth. ... Thus, From The Standpoint Of The Work And Its Worth It Is Irrelevant To Which Political Ideas The Artist As A Citizen Claims Allegiance, Which Ideas He Would Like To Serve With His Work Or Whether He Holds Any Such Ideas At All.

The Truth Is Not Simply What You Think It Is; It Is Also The Circumstances In Which It Is Said, And To Whom, Why, And How It Is Said.