‘…The moment you forget yourself enough to admit another’s humanity, see him as a person and not a symbol—then perhaps—’
‘What is humanity.’
‘You ask the obvious, ha, ha. Humanity is something to destroy.’
‘…The moment you forget yourself enough to admit another’s humanity, see him as a person and not a symbol—then perhaps—’
‘What is humanity.’
‘You ask the obvious, ha, ha. Humanity is something to destroy.’
“Art is not a plaything, but a necessity, and its essence, form, is not a decorative adjustment, but a cup into which life can be poured and lifted to the lips and be tasted. If one’s own existence has no form, if its events do not come handily to mind and disclose their significance, we feel about ourselves as if we were reading a bad book.”
Rebecca West | Black Lamb and Grey Falcon