Everybody Keeps Calling For Excellence

After Being Boxed In By Man And His Constructions In Europe And The East, The Release Into Space Is Exhilarating. The Horizon Is A Huge Remote Circle, And No Hills Intervene.

The Reason Why Research Is Like Sculpting From Memory Is That In Neither Is There A Concrete Visible Subject To Copy Directly. The Subject - As Sculptors Themselves Are Fond Of Saying - Is Hidden In The Block Of Material.

Education In The United States Is A Passion And A Paradox. Millions Want It, And Commend It, And Are Busy About It. At The Same Time They Degrade It By Trying To Get It Free Of Charge And Free Of Work.

Let Us Face A Pluralistic World In Which There Are No Universal Churches, No Single Remedy For All Diseases, No One Way To Teach Or Write Or Sing, No Magic Diet, No World Poets, And No Chosen Races, But Only The Wretched And Wonderfully Diversified Human Race.

Of True Knowledge At Any Time, A Good Part Is Merely Convenient, Necessary Indeed To The Worker, But Not To An Understanding Of His Subject: One Can Judge A Building Without Knowing Where To Buy The Bricks; One Can Understand A Violin Sonata Without Knowing How To Score For The Instrument. The Work May In Fact Be Better Understood Without A Knowledge Of The Details Of Its Manufacture, Of Attention To These Tends To Distract From Meaning And Effect.