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It Is Not My Purpose As A Poet To Condemn War (or To Be Exact, Modern Warfare). I Only Wish To Present The Universal Aspects Of A Particular Event.

The Fundamental Purpose Of The Artist Is The Same As That Of A Scientist: To State A Fact.

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

It Does Not Seem That The Contradiction Which Exists Between The Aristocratic Function Of Art And The Democratic Structure Of Modern Society Can Ever Be Resolved.

Only A People Serving An Apprenticeship To Nature Can Be Trusted With Machines. Only Such People Will So Contrive And Control Those Machines That Their Products Are An Enhancement Of Biological Needs, And Not A Denial Of Them.