Immediate Work, Even Poor, Is Worth More

Whether You Come From Heaven Or Hell, What Does It Matter, O Beauty!

Modernity Is The Transient, The Fleeting, The Contingent; It Is One Half Of Art, The Other Being The Eternal And The Immovable.

Even In The Centuries Which Appear To Us To Be The Most Monstrous And Foolish, The Immortal Appetite For Beauty Has Always Found Satisfaction.

The Study Of Beauty Is A Duel In Which The Artist Cries Out In Terror Before He Is Defeated.

True Civilization Does Not Lie In Gas, Nor In Steam, Nor In Turn-tables. It Lies In The Reduction Of The Traces Of Original Sin.