All Men Are Creative But Few Are

To Translate, One Must Have A Style Of His Own, For The Translation Will Have No Rhythm Or Nuance, Which Come From The Process Of Artistically Thinking Through And Molding The Sentences; They Cannot Be Reconstituted By Piecemeal Imitation. The Problem Of Translation Is To Retreat To A Simpler Tenor Of One’s Own Style And Creatively Adjust This To One’s Author.

Let Me Formulate The Artistic Disposition As Follows: It Is Reacting With One's Ideal To The Flaw In Oneself And In The World, And Somehow Making That Reaction Formation Solid Enough In The Medium So That It Indeed Becomes An Improved Bit Of Real World For Others.

My Own View, For What It's Worth, Is That Sexuality Is Lovely, There Cannot Be Too Much Of It, It Is Self-limiting If It Is Satisfactory, And Satisfaction Diminishes Tension And Clears The Mind For Attention And Learning.

For Mankind, Speech With A Capital S Is Especially Meaningful And Committing, More Than The Content Communicated. The Outcry Of The Newborn And The Sound Of The Bells Are Fraught With Mystery More Than The Baby's Woeful Face Or The Venerable Tower.

When We Choose A Man To Beautify Our Towns, We Do Not Automatically Call On The Major Artists Of The World. ... We Now Lavishly Praise Frank Lloyd Wright, But We Never Made Any Community Use Of Him, Though He Longed For The Chance.