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A Picture Is Nothing But A Bridge Between The Soul Of The Artist And That Of The Spectator.

How Can This World, Which Is So Beautiful, Include So Much Horror?

Commonplace People Have An Answer For Everything And Nothing Ever Surprises Them. They Try To Look As Though They Knew What You Were About To Say Better Than You Did Yourself, And When It Is Their Turn To Speak, They Repeat With Great Assurance Something That They Have Heard Other People Say, As Though It Were Their Own Invention.

As For The Ridiculous Fear Of Making Things Below One's Potential Abilities... No, There Is The Root Of The Evil. There Is The Hiding Place Of Stupidity I Must Attack: Vain Mortal, You Are Limited By Nothing.

Perfect Beauty Implies Perfect Simplicity, A Quality That At First Sight Does Not Arouse The Emotions Which We Feel Before Gigantic Works, Objects Whose Very Disproportion Constitutes An Element Of Beauty.