To Desire To Be An Artist Is

The Imaginations Which People Have Of One Another Are The Solid Facts Of Society.

The Human Mind Is Indeed A Cave Swarming With Strange Forms Of Life, Most Of Them Unconscious And Unilluminated. Unless We Can Understand Something As To How The Motives That Issue From This Obscurity Are Generated, We Can Hardly Hope To Foresee Or Control Them.

Prudence And Compromise Are Necessary Means, But Every Man Should Have An Impudent End Which He Will Not Compromise.

If The Man Succeeds In Becoming Indifferent To The Opinions Of His Neighbors He Runs Into Another Danger, That Of A Distorted And Extravagant Self Of The Pride Sort, Since By The Very Process Of Gaining Independence And Immunity From The Stings Of Depreciation And Misunderstanding, He Has Perhaps Lost That Wholesome Deference To Some Social Tribunal That A Man Cannot Dispense With And Remain Quite Sane.

Society Is An Interweaving And Interworking Of Mental Selves. I Imagine Your Mind And Especially What Your Mind Thinks About My Mind And What My Mind Thinks About What Your Mind Thinks About My Mind. I Dress My Mind Before You And Expect That You Will Dress Yours Before Mine. Whoever Cannot Or Will Not Perform These Feats Is Not Properly In The Game.