An Artist Discovers His Genius The Day

The Attempt To Force Human Beings To Despise Themselves Is What I Call Hell.

In Ceasing To Subordinate Creative Power To Any Supreme Value, Modern Art Has Brought Home To Us The Presence Of That Creative Power Throughout The Whole History Of Art.

Every Young Man's Heart Is A Graveyard In Which Are Inscribed The Names Of A Thousand Dead Artists But Whose Only Actual Denizens Are A Few Mighty, Often Antagonistic, Ghosts.

The Truth About A Man Lies First And Foremost In What He Hides.

No One Can Endure His Own Solitude.