The Artist Is Not The Transcriber Of

In Art, We Are The First Heirs Of All The Earth. . . . Accidents Impair And Time Transforms, But It Is We Who Choose.

Every Creation Is, At Its Root, The Struggle Between Potential Form And Imitated Form.

One Cannot Create An Art That Speaks To Men When One Has Nothing To Say.

Every Young Man's Heart Is A Graveyard In Which Are Inscribed The Names Of A Thousand Dead Artists But Whose Only Actual Denizens Are A Few Mighty, Often Antagonistic, Ghosts.

Seldom Is A Gothic Head More Beautiful Than When Broken.