I Treasure The Memory Of The Past

There Is A Powerful Craving In Most Of Us To See Ourselves As Instruments In The Hands Of Others And Thus Free Ourselves From The Responsibility For Acts Which Are Prompted By Our Own Questionable Inclinations And Impulses. Both The Strong And The Weak Grasp At This Alibi. The Latter Hide Their Malevolence Under The Virtue Of Obedience: They Acted Dishonorably Because They Had To Obey Orders. The Strong, Too, Claim Absolution By Proclaiming Themselves The Chosen Instrument Of A Higher Power -- God, History, Fate, Nation, Or Humanity.

We [tend To] Have More Faith In What We Imitate Than In What We Originate. We [often Feel That We] Cannot Derive A Sense Of Absolute Certitude From Anything Which Has Its Root In Us. The Most Poignant Sense Of Insecurity Comes From Standing Alone; We Are Not Alone When We Imitate.

True Refinement Seeks Simplicity.

Efficiency Is Anything That Scores.

Man, The Living Creature, The Creating Individual, Is Always More Important Than Any Established Style Or System.