I Know That A Creed Is The

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

Art Is The Desire Of A Man To Express Himself, To Record The Reactions Of His Personality To The World He Lives In.

The Stigma Of Oddness Is The Price A Myopic World Always Exacts Of Genius.

Great Emotion Always Tends To Become Rhythmic, And Out Of That Tendency The Forms Of Art Have Been Evolved. Art Becomes Artificial Only When The Forms Take Precedence Over The Emotion.