Beauty Is The Child Of Love.

The Mathematician Has Reached The Highest Rung On The Ladder Of Human Thought.

What We Call 'morals' Is Simply Blind Obedience To Words Of Command.

Here, Where We Reach The Sphere Of Mathematics, We Are Among Processes Which Seem To Some The Most Inhuman Of All Human Activities And The Most Remote From Poetry. Yet It Is Here That The Artist Has The Fullest Scope Of His Imagination.

The Mother Is The Child's Supreme Parent.

It Is Becoming Clear That The Old Platitudes Can No Longer Be Maintained, And That If We Wish To Improve Our Morals We Must First Improve Our Knowledge.