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The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself. — Memoirs of Hadrian

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public.

Without deviation progress is not possible.

Just finished Herbert Read’s extraordinary ‘The Green Child’ a forgotten, unclassifiable masterpiece on the nature of dreams and Utopias — both political & emotional & spritual. Among its many immortal lines is this: “There is no joy comparable to the joy of government, especially in circumstances of virgin chaos.” Herbert Read was an extraordinary man, […]

One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man’s laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.

They can’t censor the gleam in my eye.

There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.

I therefore claim to show, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men’s minds without their being aware of the fact.

Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.