An Art Book Is A Museum Without

Just As A Musician Loves Music And Not Nightingales, And A Poet Loves Poetry And Not Sunsets, A Painter Is Not Primarily A Person Who Responds To Figures And Landscapes. He Is Primarily One Who Loves Pictures.

Between Eigtheen And Twenty, Life Is Like An Exchange Where One Buys Stocks, Not With Money, But With Actions. Most Men Buy Nothing.

The Great Christian Art Did Not Die Because All Possible Forms Had Been Used Up; It Died Because Faith Was Being Transformed Into Piety. Now, The Same Conquest Of The Outside World That Brought In Our Modern Individualism, So Different From That Of The Renaissance, Is By Way Of Relativizing The Individual. It Is Plain To See That Man's Faculty Of Transformation, Which Began By A Remaking Of The Natural World, Has Ended By Calling Man Himself Into Question.

He Who Has Dreamed For Long Resembles His Dream.

If Man Is Not Ready To Risk His Life, Where Is His Dignity?