Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one's training.

Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one's training.

From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament... the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.

It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The temperature was like a caress. I remember - I need not recall - that I climbed up a tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in Itness. I did not call it by that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.

No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art...our world would have remained a jungle.

Government is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.

I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.