The Fact That Most People Do Not

Straightaway The Ideas Flow In Upon Me, Directly From God.

Those Who Enjoy Their Own Emotionally Bad Health And Who Habitually Fill Their Own Minds With The Rank Poisons Of Suspicion, Jealousy And Hatred, As A Rule Take Umbrage At Those Who Refuse To Do Likewise, And They Find A Perverted Relief In Trying To Denigrate Them.

Without Craftsmanship, Inspiration Is A Mere Reed Shaken In The Wind.

If There Is Anyone Here Whom I Have Not Insulted, I Beg His Pardon.

Those Are Miracles That No Merely Human Brain Can Work. The Artist Is Merely The Sound Conduct Of A Force That Dictates To Him What He Should Do.