The Thrill Of Creation Which We Experience

An Individualism Which Has Got Beyond The Stage Of Hedonism Tends To Yield To The Lure Of The Grandiose. It Was Not Man, The Individual, Nor Even The Supreme Being, That Robespierre Set Up Against Christ; It Was That Leviathan, The Nation.

What Is Man? A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets.

The First Duty Of A Leader Is To Make Himself Be Loved Without Courting Love. To Be Loved Without 'playing Up' To Anyone - Even To Himself.

Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

History May Clarify Our Understanding Of The Supreme Work Of Art, But Can Never Account For It Completely; For The Time Of Art Is Not The Same As The Time Of History.