The Artist Must Know How Far To

It Seems To Me That Invisibility Is The Required Provision Of Elegance. Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We Must Be The Guardians Of That Angel.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

Take A Commonplace, Clean It And Polish It, Light It So That It Produces The Same Effect Of Youth And Freshness And Originality And Spontaneity As It Did Originally, And You Have Done A Poet's Job. The Rest Is Literature.