Anything That Happens To You

Humanity Has A Strange Fondness For Following Processions. Get Four Men Following A Banner Down The Street, And, If That Banner Is Inscribed With Rhymes Of Pleasant Optimism, In An Hour, All The Town Will Be Afoot, Ready To March To Whatever Tune The Leaders Care To Play.

Love Is Cheap. You Can Buy It Anywhere. Lives Are Cheap. It's Money That's Dear. You Have To Work Days And Sit Up Nights Thinking How To Make Money.

Talk Is A Pure Art. Its Only Limits Are The Patience Of Listeners Who, When They Get Tired, Can Always Pay For Their Coffee Or Change It With A Friendly Waiter And Walk Out.

Experiments In The Visual Arts (the Invention Of New Ways Of Seeing Things), Are Made Because, Due To The Way The Apparatus That Makes Up The Mind Is Made, Old Processes And Patterns Have Continually To Be Broken Up In Order To Make It Possible To Perceive The New Aspects And Arrangements Of Evolving Consciousness. The Great Enemy Of Intelligence Is Complacency.

Isn't It Curious How Completely Ignorant We All Are Of The Most Important Part Of Our Bodily Mechanism. It Is Really Criminal. Yet There Is No Nation In The World That Doesnt Surround Sex With Fantastic Walls. Of Course Ours Are Sillier Than Any-but Not Much.