For Those Who Don't Know What They

Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

One Must Have A High Opinion Of A Work Of Art - Not The Work One Is Creating At The Moment, But Of That Which One Desires To Achieve One Day. Without This It Is Not Worthwhile Working.

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.

An Artist Must Approach His Work In The Spirit Of The Criminal About To Commit A Crime.

Everyone Has Talent At Twenty-five. The Difficulty Is To Have It At Fifty.