I Hate Artists Who Are Not Of

I Hate Artists Who Are Not Of Their Time.

How Slow Life Is, How Violent Hope Is.

Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer.

People Quickly Grow Accustomed To Being The Slaves Of Mystery.

I Love Men, Not For What Unites Them, But For What Divides Them, And I Want To Know Most Of All What Gnaws At Their Hearts.