We Must Reject That Most Dismal And

The Fable Says That The Tortoise Won In The End, Which Is Consoling, But The Hare Shows A Good Deal Of Speed And Few Signs Of Tiring.

Literature Is A Human Apocalypse, Man's Revelation To Man, And Criticism Is Not A Body Of Adjudications, But The Awareness Of That Revelation, The Last Judgement Of Mankind.

A Public That Tries To Do Without Criticism, And Asserts That It Knows What It Wants Or Likes, Brutalizes The Arts And Loses Its Cultural Memory. Art For Art's Sake Is A Retreat From Criticism Which Ends In An Impoverishment Of Civilized Life Itself.

Man Is Constantly Building Anxiety-structures, Like Geodesic Domes, Around His Social And Religious Institutions.

Wherever Illiteracy Is A Problem, It's As Fundamental A Problem As Getting Enough To Eat Or A Place To Sleep.