Athirst For Personal Salvation, The West Forgets

Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

Opium Teaches Only One Thing, Which Is That Aside From Physical Suffering, There Is Nothing Real.

The Ordinary Man Puts Up A Struggle Against All That Is Not Himself, Whereas It Is Against Himself, In A Limited But All-essential Field, That The Artist Has To Battle.

A Break In The Established Order Is Never The Work Of Chance. It Is The Outcome Of A Man's Resolve To Turn Life To Account.

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