War Puts Its Questions Stupidly, Peace Mysteriously.

There's No Such Thing As A Grown Up Person.

The True Painter Strives To Paint What Can Only Be Seen Through His World.

The Terrible Thing About Death Is That It Transforms Life Into Destiny.

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

One Cannot Create An Art That Speaks To Men When One Has Nothing To Say.