The remembrance of forbidden fruit is the earliest thing in the memory of each of us, as it is in that of mankind. - Henri Bergson

...Men do not sufficiently realize
that their future is in their own hands.
Theirs is the task of determining first of all whether they want to go on living or not.
Theirs is the responsibility, then, for deciding if they want merely to live,
or intend to make just the extra effort required
for fulfilling, even on this refractory planet,
the essential function of the universe,
which is a machine for the making of gods.

Si régulière que soit une physionomie, si harmonieuse qu'on en suppose les lignes, si souples les mouvements, jamais l'équilibre n'en est absolument parfait. On y démêlera toujours l'indication d'une grimace possible, enfin une déformation préférée où se contourneraient plutôt la nature. L'art du caricaturiste est de saisir ce mouvement parfois imperceptible, et de le rendre visible à tous les yeux en l'agrandissant. Il fait grimacer ses modèles comme ils grimaceraient eux-mêmes s'ils allaient jusqu'au bout de leur grimace. Il devine, sous les harmonies superficielles de la forme, les révoltes profondes de la matière. Il réalise des disproportions et des déformations qui ont dû exister dans la nature à l'état de velléité, mais qui n'ont pu aboutir, refoulées par une force meilleure.

To think intuitively is to think in duration. Intelligence starts ordinarily from the immobile, and reconstructs movement as best it can with immobilities in juxtaposition. Intuition starts from movement, posits it, or rather perceives it as reality itself, and sees in immobility only an abstract moment, a snapshot taken by our mind, of a mobility. Intelligence ordinarily concerns itself with things, meaning by that, with the static, and makes of change an accident which is supposedly superadded. For intuition the essential is change: as for the thing, as intelligence understands it, it is a cutting which has been made out of the becoming and set up by our mind as a substitute for the whole. Thought ordinarily pictures to itself the new as a new arrangement of pre-existing elements; nothing is ever lost of it, nothing is ever created. Intuition, bound up to a duration which is growth, perceives in it an uninterrupted continuity of unforeseeable novelty; it sees, it knows that the mind draws from itself more than it has, that spirituality consists in just that, and that reality, impregnated with spirit, is creation.