When I Was A Little Boy I

I Was At Home Then In The World Of Figures, But Not In That Of Values.

Under The Dominion Of The Priests Our Earth Became The Ascetic Planet; A Squalid Den Careering Through Space, Peopled By Discontented And Arrogant Creatures, Who Were Disgusted With Life, Abhorred Their Globe As A Vale Of Tears, And Who In Their Envy And Hatred Of Beauty And Joy Did Themselves As Much Harm As Possible.

The Great Man Is Not The Child Of His Age But Its Step-child.

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.

Any Feeling That I Was Enriching My Mind From Those Surrounding Me Was Unfortunately Rare With Me.