Chaos Is A Name For Any Order

To Me, It Seems A Dreadful Indignity To Have A Soul Controlled By Geography.

Emotion Is Primarily About Nothing And Much Of It Remains About Nothing To The End.

The Pride Of The Artisan In His Art And Its Uses Is Pride In Himself...it Is In His Skill And Ability To Make Things As He Wishes Them To Be That He Rejoices.

Art Is The Response To The Demand For Entertainment, For The Stimulation Of Our Senses And Imagination, And Truth Enters Into It Only As It Subserves These Ends.

He Thinks He Believes Only What He Sees, But He Is Much Better At Believing Than At Seeing.