Pretend You Are Dancing Or Singing A

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

Art Appreciation, Like Love, Cannot Be Done By Proxy.

Do Whatever You Do Intensely. The Artist Is The Man Who Leaves The Crowd And Goes Pioneering. With Him There Is An Idea Which Is His Life.

Self-acquainta Nce Is A Rare Condition.

You Pass People On The Street, Some Are For You, Some Are Not.