A Child Should Be Allowed To Take

To A Poet The Mere Making Of A Poem Can Seem To Solve The Problem Of Truth…but Only A Problem Of Art Is Solved In Poetry.

Women From Earliest Times Have Been Used As Conveniences Of Communication With Unseen, Inaccessible Powers, But Always In The Sense That Such Exposing Of Self To Dangerous Mysteries, Such Destruction Of The Understanding As Was Required To Become The Slave Of Unseen Powers, Did Not Matter Because The Communicant Was Only A Woman, In Herself An Undetermined Cipher - A Nothing.

Emile Saint-blague Had Been A Lively, Versatile Painter In His Youth, But He Had Abused His Energy By Painting Too Many Pictures; So That In What Might Have Been The Ripe Period Of His Art He Had Nothing Left But Ideas. A Man Who Has Nothing Left But Ideas May Be Of Great Service To His Friends, But He Is Of No Use At All To Himself. Emile Was Certainly An Inspiration To His Friends.

Until The Missing Story Of Ourselves Is Told, Nothing Besides Told Can Suffice Us: We Shall Go On Quietly Craving It.

Euripides Seems To Have Felt That The Dignified Perfection Of Sophocles Could Be Challenged Only By Novelty And Irresponsibility. The Religious Conditions Of The Dionysian Festival Kept Him Within Certain Bounds. But Within The Imposed Limits Euripides Was As Profane As He Dared To Be, Making Melodrama Of The Divine Realities Which His Predecessors Accepted Religiously, Using The Stage Merely As A Convenience For Popularizing His Own Eccentric Values.