No Man Understands A Deep Book Until

Where The Dead Walked And The Living Were Made Of Cardboard.

The History Of An Art Is The History Of Masterwork, Not Of Failures, Or Mediocrity.

I Have Never Known Anyone Worth A Damn Who Wasn't Irascible.

If The Individual, Or Heretic, Gets Hold Of Some Essential Truth, Or Sees Some Error In The System Being Practiced, He Commits So Many Marginal Errors Himself That He Is Worn Out Before He Can Establish His Point.

The Only Thing One Can Give An Artist Is Leisure In Which To Work. To Give An Artist Leisure Is Actually To Take Part In His Creation.