Properly, We Should Read For Power.

The Age Demanded An Image Of Its Accelerated Grimace, Something For The Modern Stage, Not, At Any Rate, An Attic Grace.

Quiet This Metal! Let The Manes Put Off Their Terror, Let Them Put Off Their Aqueous Bodies With Fire. Let Them Assume The Milk-white Bodies Of Agate. Let Them Draw Together The Bones Of The Metal.

If A Patron Buys From An Artist Who Needs Money (needs Money To Buy Tools, Time, Food), The Patron Then Makes Himself Equal To The Artist; He Is Building Art Into The World; He Creates.

A Great Age Of Literature Is Perhaps Always A Great Age Of Translations.

Use No Superfluous Word, No Adjective, Which Does Not Reveal Something. Don't Use Such An Expression As 'dim Land Of Peace.' It Dulls The Image. It Mixes An Abstraction With The Concrete. It Comes From The Writer's Not Realizing That The Natural Object Is Always The Adequate Symbol. Go In Fear Of Abstraction.