When Looking At Any Significant Work Of

Light And The Rational Forms Are Locked In Combat; Light Sets Them Into Motion, Bends What Is Straight, Makes Parallels Oval, Inscribes Circles In The Intervals, Makes The Intervals Active.

To Emphasize Only The Beautiful Seems To Me To Be Like A Mathematical System That Only Concerns Itself With Positive Numbers.

Everything Vanishes Round Me And Good Works Rise From Me Of Their Own Accord.

Genius Is The Error In The System.

Art Does Not Reproduce The Visible; It Makes Visible.