In Times Of Joy, All Of Us

All Works Of Art Are Commissioned In The Sense That No Artist Can Create One By A Simple Act Of Will But Must Wait Until What He Believes To Be A Good Idea For A Work Comes To Him.

Sob, Heavy World Sob As You Spin, Mantled In Mist Remote From The Happy.

I Think The First Prerequisite To Civilization Is An Ability To Make Polite Conversation.

Harrow The House Of The Dead; Look Shining At New Styles Of Architecture, A Change Of Heart.

I Said Earlier That I Do Not Believe An Artist's Life Throws Much Light Upon His Works. I Do Believe, However, That, More Often Than Most People Realize, His Works May Throw Light Upon His Life. An Artist With Certain Imaginative Ideas In His Head May Then Involve Himself In Relationships Which Are Congenial To Them.