Art Is Pattern Informed By Sensibility.

Simplicity Is Not A Goal, But One Arrives At Simplicity In Spite Of Oneself, As One Approaches The Real Meaning Of Things.

I Can Imagine No Society Which Does Not Embody Some Method Of Arbitration.

The Great Modern Heresy In Poetry Is To Confuse The Use We Make Of Words In A Poem With Modalities Of Speech...for True Poetry Is Never Speech But Always A Song.

The Modern Artist, By Nature And Destiny, Is Always An Individualist.

Sensibility... Is A Direct And Particular Reaction To The Separate And Individual Nature Of Things. It Begins And Ends With The Sensuous Apprehension Of Colour, Texture And Formal Relations; And If We Strive To Organize These Elements, It Is Not With The Idea Of Increasing The Knowledge Of The Mind, But Rather In Order To Intensify The Pleasure Of The Senses.