Grace Is The Beauty Of Form Under

The Rich Become Richer And The Poor Become Poorer Is A Cry Heard Throughout The Whole Civilized World.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

From The Moment Fear Begins I Have Ceased To Fear.

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.