I'm Glad I Haven't Found My Style

The Air You Breathe In A Picture Is Not Necessarily The Same As The Air Out Of Doors.

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.

Art Is Vice. One Does Not Wed It, One Rapes It.

Nothing In Art Should Seem Accidental, Not Even Movement

I'll Buy A Bottle For Anyone Who Can Tell Me What Makes A Picture Beautiful!