I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.

The New Painters Do Not Propose, Any More Than Did Their Predecessors, To Be Geometers. But It May Be Said That Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer. Today, Scholars No Longer Limit Themselves To The Three Dimensions Of Euclid. The Painters Have Been Lead Quite Naturally, One Might Say By Intuition, To Preoccupy Themselves With The New Possibilities Of Spatial Measurement Which, In The Language Of The Modern Studios, Are Designated By The Term Fourth Dimension.

How Slow Life Is, How Violent Hope Is.

I Hate Artists Who Are Not Of Their Time.