Technique Is The Test Of Sincerity.

The Ant's A Centaur In His Dragon World.

Literature Does Not Exist In A Vacuum. Writers As Such Have A Definite Social Function Exactly Proportional To Their Ability As Writers. This Is Their Main Use.

The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me For Here Was Love, Was Not To Be Drowned Out. And Here Desire, Not To Be Kissed Away. The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me.

Rhythm Is Form Cut Into Time.

The Modern Artist Must Live By Craft And Violence. His Gods Are Violent Gods. Those Artists, So Called, Whose Work Does Not Show This Strife, Are Uninteresting.