The Farther A Society Progresses, The More

Progress Is Measured By Richness And Intensity Of Experience - By A Wider And Deeper Apprehension Of The Significance And Scope Of Human Existence.

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 Slave May Be Happy, But Happiness Is Not Enough.

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.

Man Is Everywhere Still In Chains.