In Ceasing To Subordinate Creative Power To

And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends And Man Comes Into His Own.

A Large Share Of Our Art Heritage Is Now Derived From Peoples Whose Idea Of Art Was Quite Other Than Ours, And Even From Peoples To Whom The Very Idea Of Art Meant Nothing.

The Thrill Of Creation Which We Experience Which We Experience When We See A Masterpiece Is Not Unlike The Feeling Of The Artist Who Created It; Such A Work Is A Fragment Of The World Which He Has Annexed And Which Belongs To Him Alone.

The Terrible Thing About Death Is That It Transforms Life Into Destiny.

To Command Is To Serve, Nothing More And Nothing Less.