Not What Man Knows But What Man

Life Has Taught Me That It Is Not For Our Faults That We Are Disliked And Even Hated, But For Our Qualities.

The Ultimate Justification Of The Work Of Art Is To Help The Spectator To Become A Work Of Art Himself.

A Complete Life May Be One Ending In So Full An Identification With The Oneself That There Is No Self Left To Die.

Who Will Free Me From Hurry, Flurry, The Feeling Of A Crowd Pushing Behind Me, Of Being Hustled And Crushed? How Can I Regain Even For A Minute The Feeling Of Ample Leisure I Had During My Early, My Creative Years? Then I Seldom Felt Fussed, Or Hurried. There Was Time For Work, For Play, For Love, The Confidence That If A Task Was Not Done At The Appointed Time, I Easily Could Fit It Into Another Hour. I Used To Take Leisure For Granted, As I Did Time Itself.

When Everything Else Physical And Mental Seems To Diminish, The Appreciation Of Beauty Is On The Increase.