Art Is Pattern Informed By Sensibility.

Art Is Always The Index Of Social Vitality, The Moving Finger That Records The Destiny Of A Civilization. A Wise Statesman Should Keep An Anxious Eye On This Graph, For It Is More Significant Than A Decline In Exports Or A Fall In The Value Of A Nation's Currency.

But The Further Step, By Means Of Which A Civilization Is Given Its Quality Or Culture, Is Only Attained By A Process Of Cellular Division, In The Course Of Which The Individual Is Differentiated, Made Distinct From And Independent Of The Parent Group.

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.

The Fundamental Purpose Of The Artist Is The Same As That Of A Scientist: To State A Fact.

The Greatest Intensification Of The Horrors Of War Is A Direct Result Of The Democratisation Of The State. So Long As The Army Was A Professional Unit, The Specialist Function Of A Limited Number Of Men, War Remained A Relatively Harmless Contest For Power. But Once It Became Everyman's Duty To Defend His Home (or His Political “rights”) Warfare Was Free To Range Wherever That Home Might Be, And To Attack Every Form Of Life And Property Associated With That Home.