Civilization Is Paralysis.

Art Is Either A Plagiarist Or A Revolutionist.

In Art One Is Concerned With The Condition Of The Spirit For Three Quarters Of The Time; One Must Therefore Care For Oneself If He Wishes To Make Something Great And Lasting.

Nature Has Mysterious Infinities And Imaginative Power. It Is Always Varying The Productions It Offers To Us. The Artist Himself Is One Of Nature's Means.

How To Re-light The Fire The Very Ashes Of Which Are Scattered?

Nothing So Resembles A Daub As A Masterpiece.