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Culture Is On The Horns Of This Dilemma: If Profound And Noble It Must Remain Rare, If Common It Must Become Mean.

Knowledge Is Not Eating, And We Cannot Expect To Devour And Possess What We Mean. Knowledge Is Recognition Of Something Absent; It Is A Salutation, Not An Embrace.

Beautiful Things, When Taste Is Formed, Are Obviously And Unaccountably Beautiful.

The Spirit's Foe In Man Has Not Been Simplicity, But Sophistication.

Self-assurance Is Contemptible And Fatal Unless It Is Self-knowledge.