No period of history has ever been great or ever can be that does not act on some sort of high, idealistic motives, and idealism in our time has been… - Alfred North Whitehead

Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment in recognition of the pattern.

Without doubt, if we are to go back to that ultimate, integral experience, unwarped by the sophistications of theory, that experience whose elucidation is the final aim of philosophy, the flux of things is one ultimate generalization around which we must weave our philosophical system.

In the inescapable flux, there is something that abides; in the overwhelming permanence, there is an element that escapes into flux. Permanence can be snatched only out of flux; and the passing moment can find its adequate intensity only by its submission to permanence.