Memories Are Hunting Horns Whose Sound Dies

Twentieth Pupil Of The Centuries Knows Its Stuff And Bird-changed This Century Like Jesus Climbs The Sky.

People Quickly Grow Accustomed To Being The Slaves Of Mystery.

Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon Weary Of Nature's Monotony.

Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer.

To Insist On Purity Is To Baptize Instinct, To Humanize Art, And To Deify Personality.