When We Speak Of Beauty,

Civilization...is A Matter Of Imponderables, Of Delight In The Thins Of The Mind, Of Love Of Beauty, Of Honor, Grace, Courtesy, Delicate Feeling. Where Imponderables, Are Things Of First Importance, There Is The Height Of Civilization, And, If At The Same Time, The Power Of Art Exists Unimpaired, Human Life Has Reached A Level Seldom Attained And Very Seldom Surpassed.

So Far, We Do Not Seem Appalled At The Prospect Of Exactly The Same Kind Of Education Being Applied To All The School Children From The Atlantic To The Pacific, But There Is An Uneasiness In The Air, A Realization That The Individual Is Growing Less Easy To Find; An Idea, Perhaps, Of What Standardization Might Become When The Units Are Not Machines, But Human Beings.

A Word Is No Light Matter. Words Have With Truth Been Called Fossil Poetry, Each, That Is, A Symbol Of A Creative Thought.

They Were The First Westerners. The Spirit Of The West, The Modern Spirit, Is A Greek Discovery; And The Place Of The Greeks Is In The Modern World.

In Every Civilization, Life Grows Easier. Men Grow Lazier In Consequence. We Have A Picture Of What Happened To The Individual Greek. (i Cannot Look At History, Or At Any Human Action, Except As I Look At The Individual.) The Greeks Had Good Food, Good Witty Talk, Pleasant Dinner Parties; And They Were Content. When The Individual Man Had Reached That Condition In Athens, When The Thought Not Of Giving To The State But Of What The State Could Give To Him, Athens' Freedom Was Doomed.