Love Works Miracles In Stillness.

The Worth Of A Civilization Or A Culture Is Not Valued In The Terms Of Its Material Wealth Or Military Power, But By The Quality And Achievements Of Its Representative Individuals - Its Philosophers, Its Poets And Its Artists.

Art Is An Indecent Exposure Of The Consciousness.

An Entertainment Is Something Which Distracts Us Or Diverts Us From The Routine Of Daily Life. It Makes Us For The Time Being Forget Our Cares And Worries; It Interrupts Our Conscious Thoughts And Habits, Rests Our Nerves And Minds, Though It May Incidentally Exhaust Our Bodies. Art, On The Other Hand, Though It May Divert Us From The Normal Routine Of Our Existence, Causes Us In Some Way Or Other To Become Conscious Of That Existence.

The Most General Law In Nature Is Equity-the Principle Of Balance And Symmetry Which Guides The Growth Of Forms Along The Lines Of The Greatest Structural Efficiency.

The Classicist, And The Naturalist Who Has Much In Common With Him, Refuse To See In The Highest Works Of Art Anything But The Exercise Of Judgement, Sensibility, And Skill. The Romanticist Cannot Be Satisfied With Such A Normal Standard; For Him Art Is Essentially Irrational - An Experience Beyond Normality, Sometimes Destructive Of Normality, And At The Very Least Evocative Of That State Of Wonder Which Is The State Of Mind Induced By The Immediately Inexplicable.