novelty

Nothing novel or interesting happens unless it is on the border between order and chaos.

The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.

Photographs shock insofar as they show something novel.

In poems, equally as in philosophic disquisitions, genius produces the strongest impressions of novelty while it rescues the most admitted truths from the impotence caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.

God may not give that instant dollar bill your seeking, but it's in the little change He brings, that will add to a dollar.

Intensity-seeking is an enslavement of our own perpetuation. When we step out of the delirium of always seeking someone new, and meet the same old sad and lonely child within, our healing journey begins. Exhausting ourselves with novelty is a defense against our deepest pain, one that we cannot outrun. But once we stop and feel our losses, we can begin our healing journey and be the authentic, joyous person we were born to be.

Brand-new truths are probably not Truths.

society is unconcerned with the aftermath of sensation.

In Washington, the venerable were often vulnerable.

If a queen comes to America, crowds fill the station squares, and attendant British journalists rejoice, 'You see: the American Cousins are as respectful to Royalty as we are.'But the Americans have read of queens since babyhood. they want to see one queen, once, and if another came to town next week, with twice as handsome a crown, she would not draw more than two small boys and an Anglophile.Americans want to see one movie star, one giraffe, one jet plance, one murder, but only one. They run up a skyscraper or the fame of generals and evangelists and playwrights in one week and tear them all down in an hour, and the mark of excellence everywhere is 'under new management'.

In the decades following the Revolution, America changed so much and so rapidly that Americans not only became used to change, but came to expected and prize it.

In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities _ why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel.

Progressive. n. One who is unable to distinguish between novelty and enlightenment.

make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.

Progress in science and technology is real, but it builds on past truths without rejecting them. Computers don__ have to be re-invented in order to keep getting better; innovations expand what they already do. Knowledge accumulates, so it can increase. Scientists and engineers know this, but artists, authors, and philosophers keep trying to start over from ground zero in the humanities. Thus, they don__ really progress__hey become primitive.

We live in the tension between neophillia, or attraction to new things, and neophobia, or fear of new things.

Christians__ho have no patience with Darwinistic materialism__ften sound as progressive as the most ardent evolutionist. They look for __ew_ theologies, __ew_ ways of worship, and __ew_ music, being quite willing to toss out their entire __ld-fashioned_ Christian heritage.

It was a small tortoise with Julia__ initials set in diamonds in the living shell, and this slightly obscene object, now slipping impotently on the polished boards, now striding across the card-table, now lumbering over a rug, now withdrawn at a touch, now stretching its neck and swaying its withered, antediluvian head, became a memorable part of the evening, one of those needlehooks of experience which catch the attention when larger matters are at stake.