The Artist Is Not The Transcriber Of

A Break In The Established Order Is Never The Work Of Chance. It Is The Outcome Of A Man's Resolve To Turn Life To Account.

Here, Reality Is Not Subordinated To Painting, Indeed Painting Seems The Handmaid Of Reality, Though We Feel It Tending Towards A Procedure Which, While Not At The Mercy Of Appearances, Is Not Yet In Conflict With Them.

What Is Man? A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets.

In So Far As He Is A Creator, The Artist Does Not Belong To A Social Group Already Moulded By A Culture, But To A Culture Which He Is By Way Of Building Up.

Man Knows That The World Is Not Made On A Human Scale; And He Wishes That It Were.