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Art Is The Accomplice Of Love. Take Love Away And There Is No Longer Art.

Science Is The Only Truth And It Is The Great Lie. It Knows Nothing, And People Think It Knows Everything. It Is Misrepresented. People Think That Science Is Electricity, Automobilism, And Dirigible Balloons. It Is Something Very Different. It Is Life Devouring Itself. It Is The Sensibility Transformed Into Intelligence. It Is The Need To Know Stifling The Need To Live. It Is The Genius Of Knowledge Vivisecting The Vital Genius.

Nothing Exists Except By Virtue Of A Disequilibrium, An Injustice. All Existence Is A Theft Paid For By Other Existences; No Life Flowers Except On A Cemetery.

Art Includes Everything Which Stimulates The Desire To Live; Science Includes Everything Which Sharpens The Desire To Know. Art, Even The Most Disinterested, The Most Disembodied, Is The Auxiliary Of Life.

Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.