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. . . What Humanity Most Desperately Needs Is Not The Creation Of New Worlds But The Recreation In Terms Of Human Comprehension Of The World We Have -- And It Is For This Reason That Arts Go On For Generation To Generation In Spite Of The Fact That Phidias Has Already Carved And Homer Has Already Sung. The Creation, We Are Informed, Was Accomplished In Seven Days With Sunday Off, But The Recreation Will Never Be Accomplished Because It Is Always Accomplished Anew For Each Generation Of Living Men.

A Poem Should Not Mean But Be.

The Task Of Man Is Not To Discover New Worlds, But To Discover His Own World In Terms Of Human Comprehension And Beauty.

History, Like A Badly Constructed Concert Hall, Has Occasional Dead Spots Where The Music Can't Be Heard.

The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.