We Need To Study The Whole Of

We Fall In Love When Our Imagination Projects Nonexistent Perfection Upon Another Person. One Day, The Fantasy Evaporates And With It, Love Dies.

Poetry Has Become The Higher Algebra Of Metaphors.

We Need To Study The Whole Of History, Not To Fall Back Into It, But To See If We Can Escape From It.

The Metaphor Is Perhaps One Of Man's Most Fruitful Potentialities. Its Efficacy Verges On Magic, And It Seems A Tool For Creation Which God Forgot Inside One Of His Creatures When He Made Him. All Our Faculties Keep Us Within The Realm Of The Real, Of What Is Already There. The Most We Can Do Is To Combine Things Or Break Them Up. The Metaphor Alone Furnishes An Escape; Between The Real Things, It Lets Emerge Imaginary Reefs, A Crop Of Floating Islands.

Whoever Has Not Felt The Danger Of Our Times Palpitating Under His Hand, Has Not Really Penetrated To The Vitals Of Destiny, He Has Merely Pricked The Surface.