And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends

Our Art Culture Makes No Attempt To Search The Past For Precedents, But Transforms The Entire Past Into A Sequence Of Provisional Responses To A Problem That Remains Intact.

To Command Is To Serve, Nothing More And Nothing Less.

An Artist Discovers His Genius The Day He Dares Not To Please.

Every Young Man's Heart Is A Graveyard In Which Are Inscribed The Names Of A Thousand Dead Artists But Whose Only Actual Denizens Are A Few Mighty, Often Antagonistic, Ghosts.

Man Is Not What He Thinks He Is, He Is What He Hides.