Nothing Is More Humiliating Than To See

I Hate That Which We Have Decided To Call Realism, Even Though I Have Been Made One Of Its High Priests.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

As Humanity Perfects Itself, Man Becomes Degraded. When Everything Is Reduced To The Mere Counter-balancing Of Economic Interests, What Room Will There Be For Virtue? When Nature Has Been So Subjugated That She Has Lost All Her Original Forms, Where Will That Leave The Plastic Arts? And So On. In The Mean Time, Things Are Going To Get Very Murky.

All You Have To Do To Make Something Interesting Is To Look At It Long Enough.

It Is An Excellent Habit To Look At Things As So Many Symbols.