A Man Finds Room In The Few

Power Obeys Reality, And Not Appearances; Power Is According To Quality, And Not Quantity.

We Owe To Man Higher Succors Than Food And Fire. We Owe To Man, Man.

Picture And Sculpture Are The Celebrations And Festivities Of Form.

The Things We Now Esteem Fixed Shall, One By One, Detach Themselves, Like Ripe Fruit, From Our Experience, And Fall. The Wind Shall Blow Them None Knows Whither.

Nature Arms Each Man With Some Faculty Which Enables Him To Do Easily Some Feat Impossible To Any Other.