But,' I Reminded Myself, 'it's Common Knowledge

Every Writer, Big Or Small, Needs To Say Or Write That The Genius Is Always Hissed At By His Contemporaries. Naturally, This Is Not True, It Happens Only Occasionally And Often By Chance. But This Need Within The Writer Is Enlightening.

And Often He Who Has Chosen The Fate Of The Artist Because He Felt Himself To Be Different Soon Realizes That He Can Maintain Neither His Art Nor His Difference Unless He Admits That He Is Like The Others. The Artist Forges Himself To The Others, Midway Between The Beauty He Cannot Do Without And The Community He Cannot Tear Himself Away From.

A Nihilist Is Not One Who Believes In Nothing , But One Who Does Not Believe In What Exists.

It's Not Your Pictures I Like; It's Your Painting.

No Human Being, Even The Most Passionately Loved And Passionately Loving, Is Ever In Our Possession.