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What One Seems To Want In Art, In Experiencing It, Is The Same Thing That Is Necessary For Its Creation, A Self-forgetful, Perfectly Useless Concentration.

If After I Read A Poem The World Looks Like That Poem For 24 Hours Or So I'm Sure It's A Good One—and The Same Goes For Paintings.

Something Needn't Be Large To Be Good.

Oh, Must We Dream Our Dreams And Have Them, Too?

The Armored Cars Of Dreams, Contrived To Let Us Do So Many A Dangerous Thing.