Forget The Damned Motor Car

Because Of Their Origin And Purpose, The Meanings Of Art Are Of A Different Order From The Operational Meanings Of Science And Technics: They Relate, Not To External Means And Consequences, But To Internal Transformations, And Unless It Produce These Internal Transformations The Work Of Art Is Either Perfunctory Or Dead.

Everyone Aimed At Security: No One Accepted Responsibility. What Was Plainly Lacking, Long Before The Barbarian Invasions Had Done Their Work, Long Before Economic Dislocations Became Serious, Was Inner Go. Rome’s Life Was Now An Imitation Of Life: A Mere Holding On. Security Was The Watchword – As If Life Knew Any Other Stability Than Through Constant Change, Or Any Form Of Security Except Through A Constant Willingness To Take Risks

In Vulgar Usage, Progress Has Come To Mean Limitless Movement In Space And Time, Accompanied, Necessarily, By An Equally Limitless Command Of Energy: Culminating In Limitless Destruction.

Every Generation Revolts Against Its Fathers And Makes Friends With Its Grandfathers.

When Vitality Runs High, Death Takes Men By Surprise. But If They Close Their Eyes To This Possibility, What They Gain In Peace They Lose In Sensibility And Significance.