One Can Fool Life For A Long

Man Knows That The World Is Not Made On A Human Scale; And He Wishes That It Were.

The Ordinary Man Puts Up A Struggle Against All That Is Not Himself, Whereas It Is Against Himself, In A Limited But All-essential Field, That The Artist Has To Battle.

Even The West Has Known The Architecture Of Empty Space, Whose Object, For Thousands Of Years, Has Been Less To Construct Divine Houses, Than To Create Sacred Places, To Seize Upon Mystery And To Immerse Man In It-whether By Raising The Cyclopean Pedestal That Surrounds Him With Stars, Or By Hollowing Out The Sanctuary That Wraps Him In Haunted Night.

Athirst For Personal Salvation, The West Forgets That Many Religions Had But A Vague Notion Of The Life Beyond The Grave; True, All Great Religions Stake A Claim On Eternity, But Not Necessarily On Man's Eternal Life.

To Command Is To Serve, Nothing More And Nothing Less.