The Experience Of Our Generation:

We Collect Books In The Belief That We Are Preserving Them When In Fact It Is The Books That Preserve Their Collector.

It Is The Task Of The Translator To Release In His Own Language That Pure Language That Is Under The Spell Of Another, To Liberate The Language Imprisoned In A Work In His Re-creation Of That Work.

What We Must Demand From The Photographer Is The Ability To Put Such A Caption Beneath His Picture As Will Rescue It From The Ravages Of Modishness And Confer Upon It A Revolutionary Use Value.

As Hegel Put It, Only When It Is Dark Does The Owl Of Minerva Begin Its Flight. Only In Extinction Is The Collector Comprehend.

All Great Works Of Literature Either Dissolve A Genre Or Invent One.