No One Can Endure His Own Solitude.

In Ceasing To Subordinate Creative Power To Any Supreme Value, Modern Art Has Brought Home To Us The Presence Of That Creative Power Throughout The Whole History Of Art.

Surely That Little Pseudo-gothic Church On Broadway, Hidden Amongst The Skyscrapers, Is Symbolic Of The Age! On The Whole Face Of The Globe The Civilization That Has Conquered It Has Failed To Build A Temple Or A Tomb.

Between Eigtheen And Twenty, Life Is Like An Exchange Where One Buys Stocks, Not With Money, But With Actions. Most Men Buy Nothing.

The Ordinary Man Puts Up A Struggle Against All That Is Not Himself, Whereas It Is Against Himself, In A Limited But All-essential Field, That The Artist Has To Battle.

What Is Man? A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets.