What genuinely and exclusively matters today is the work of those who know how to stand on the summit: those who are resolute in adhering to their principles, unalterable, indifferent to the frenzied convulsions, superstitions and betrayals of the latest generations. What matters is only the steadfastness of the few whose unmovable iron presence can establish new relations, distances, and values: while they will not prevent this world of deviants and madmen from being what it is, they will nevertheless pass on the feeling of Truth to others. And this feeling, perhaps, will one day trigger a liberating crisis.
—Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World (via zerogate)
Typography is the craft of endowing human language with a durable visual form, and thus with an independent existence. Its heartwood is calligraphy-the dance, on a tiny stage, of the living, speaking hand-and its roots reach into living soil, though its branches may be hung each year with new machines. So long as the root lives, typography remains a source of true delight, true knowledge, true surprise.
Robert Bringhurst, The Elements of Typographic Style,
(qtd in Gaba’s Notebook)