When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of

Real Art Must Always Involve Some Witchcraft.

I Do Not See Eye To Eye With The Camera.

I Was Young, And By Instinct Of Self-preservation I Had To Collect My Energy On Something, If I Were Not To Be Whirled Away With The Dusk On The Farm-roads, Or The Smoke On The Plain. I Begun In The Evenings To Write Stories, Fairy-tales, And Romances, That Would Take My Mind A Long Way Off, To Other Countries And Times.

What Is Man, When You Come To Think Upon Him, But A Minutely Set, Ingenious Machine For Turning With Infinite Artfulness, The Red Wine Of Shiraz Into Urine?

In The Mind And Nature Of A Man A Secret Is An Ugly Thing, Like A Hidden Physical Defect.