The Sensitive Artist Knows That A Bitter

Creeds And Castes, And All Forms Of Intellectual And Emotional Grouping, Belong To The Past.

The Assumption Is That The Right Kind Of Society Is An Organic Being Not Merely Analogous To An Organic Being, But Actually A Living Structure With Appetites And Digestions, Instincts And Passions, Intelligence And Reason.

The Only Sin Is Ugliness, And If We Believed This With All Our Being, All Other Activities Of The Human Spirit Could Be Left To Take Care Of Themselves.

The Work Of Art... Is An Instrument For Tilling The Human Psyche, That It May Continue To Yield A Harvest Of Vital Beauty.

An Entertainment Is Something Which Distracts Us Or Diverts Us From The Routine Of Daily Life. It Makes Us For The Time Being Forget Our Cares And Worries; It Interrupts Our Conscious Thoughts And Habits, Rests Our Nerves And Minds, Though It May Incidentally Exhaust Our Bodies. Art, On The Other Hand, Though It May Divert Us From The Normal Routine Of Our Existence, Causes Us In Some Way Or Other To Become Conscious Of That Existence.