Poetry Has Become The Higher Algebra Of

The Good Is, Like Nature, An Immense Landscape In Which Man Advances Through Centuries Of Exploration.

Life Is A Series Of Collisions With The Future; It Is Not The Sum Of What We Have Been, But What We Yearn To Be.

Man Has To Live With The Body And Soul Which Have Fallen To Him By Chance.

Were Art To Redeem Man, It Could Do So Only By Saving Him From The Seriousness Of Life And Restoring Him To An Unexpected Boyishness. The Symbol Of Art Is Seen Again In The Magic Flute Of The Great God Pan Which Makes The Young Goats Frisk At The Edge Of The Grove. All Modern Art Begins To Appear Comprehensible And In A Way Great When It Is Interpreted As An Attempt To Instill Youthfulness Into An Ancient World.

Tell Me To What You Pay Attention And I Will Tell You Who You Are.