The Morality Of Art Is In Its

[t]he Truth Is That Fullness Of Soul Can Sometimes Overflow In Utter Vapidity Of Language, For None Of Us Can Ever Express The Exact Measure Of His Needs Or His Thoughts Or His Sorrows; And Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Tap Crude Rhythms For Bears To Dance To, While We Long To Make Music That Will Melt The Stars.

The More Humanity Advances, The More It Is Degraded.

All You Have To Do To Make Something Interesting Is To Look At It Long Enough.

Art Requires Neither Complaisance Nor Politeness; Nothing But Faith, Faith And Freedom.

I Live Absolutely Like An Oyster.