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Do We Always, Always To The Point Of Misery, Do A Thing?

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.

The Stillness In Art Characterizes Prayer, And The Eye Of The Storm.

Any Artist Should Be Grateful For A Naive Grace Which Puts Him Beyond The Need To Reason Elaborately.

You Have One Of Two Choices. Either You Can Panic And Start Making Frantic Attempts To Reform Under The Glare Of These Awful Critical Eyes, Or You Can Just Say, "the Hell With You! I Know What I'm Doing. If You Don't Yet, It's Because You Haven't Given Me An Attentive Reading.