Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of

To Allow Only The Kind Of Art That The Average Man Understands Is The Worst Small-mindedness And The Murder Of Mind And Spirit. It Is My Conviction That The Intellect Can Be Certain That In Doing What Most Disconcerts The Crowd, In Pursuing The Most Daring, Unconventional Advances And Explorations, It Will In Some Highly Indirect Fashion Serve Man - And In The Long Run, All Men.

The Books And Magazines Streamed In. He Could Buy Them All, They Piled Up Around Him And Even While He Read, The Number Of Those Still To Be Read Disturbed Him. … They Stood In Rows, Weighing Down His Life Like A Possession Which He Did Not Succeed In Subordinating To His Personality.

Has The World Ever Been Changed By Anything Save The Thought And Its Magic Vehicle The Word?

I Tell Them That If They Will Occupy Themselves With The Study Of Mathematics They Will Find In It The Best Remedy Against The Lusts Of The Flesh.

There Were Profound Reasons For His Attachment To The Sea: He Loved It Because As A Hardworking Artist He Needed Rest, Needed To Escape From The Demanding Complexity Of Phenomena And Lie Hidden On The Bosom Of The Simple And Tremendous; Because Of A Forbidden Longing Deep Within Him That Ran Quite Contrary To His Life's Task And Was For That Very Reason Seductive, A Longing For The Unarticulated And Immeasurable, For Eternity, For Nothingness. To Rest In The Arms Of Perfection Is The Desire Of Any Man Intent Upon Creating Excellence; And Is Not Nothingness A Form Of Perfection?