I Don't Argue With My Enemies; I

As For The Outside World, The Artist Is Confronted By What He Sees; But What He Sees Is Primarily What He Looks At.

In Art, We Are The First Heirs Of All The Earth. . . . Accidents Impair And Time Transforms, But It Is We Who Choose.

Always, However Brutal An Age May Actually Have Been, Its Style Transmits Its Music Only.

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

If We Cannot Shape Our Destiny There As No Such Thing As Witchcraft.