Chaos Is Perhaps At The Bottom Of

Since Barbarism Has Its Pleasures It Naturally Has Its Apologists.

Life Is Judged With All The Blindness Of Life Itself.

Man Has An Inexhuastible Faculty For Lying, Especially To Himself.

We Need Sometimes To Escape Into Open Solitudes, Into Aimlessness, Into The Moral Holiday Of Running Some Pure Hazard In Order To Sharpen The Edge Of Life, To Taste Hardship, And To Be Compelled To Work Desperately For A Moment At No Matter What.

The Pride Of The Artisan In His Art And Its Uses Is Pride In Himself...it Is In His Skill And Ability To Make Things As He Wishes Them To Be That He Rejoices.