The Artist Who Is Not Also A

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

The Eternal Feminine Doth Draw Us Upward. [ger., Das Ewig-weibliche Zieht Uns Hinan.]

Yet Through Delivery Orators Succeed, I Feel That I Am Far Behind Indeed. [ger., Allein Der Vortrag Macht Des Redners Gluck, Ich Fuhl Es Wohl Noch Bin Ich Weit Zuruck.]

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

One Of The Most Striking Signs Of The Decay Of Art Is The Intermixing Of Different Genres.