“With every move in perfecting it the work leaps away from the master into more than spatial distances — and thus with the last move the master sees the work that is ostensibly his separated from himself by a gulf of thought — whose breadth he himself can scarcely grasp — and which only the power of the imagination can cross. At the moment when it was to become wholly his it became more than himself, its creator — and he became the unknowing instrument and property of a higher power. The artist belongs to the work and not the work to the artist.”

“Contemplating the half-buried mass of the bunker, with its clogged ventilators and narrow slit for the observer, is like contemplating a mirror, the reflection of our own power over death, the power of our mode of destruction, of the industry of war. The function of this very special structure is to assure survival, to be a shelter for man in a critical period, the place where he buries himself to subsist. If it thus belongs to the crypt that prefigures the resurrection, the bunker belongs too to the ark that saves, to the vehicle that puts one out of danger by crossing over mortal hazards.”

"Well, you see, students, there are the approved musical notes that are quite narrow. And then there are the spaces between the notes that are a thousand times as wide."