Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

Twentieth Pupil Of The Centuries Knows Its Stuff And Bird-changed This Century Like Jesus Climbs The Sky.

Joy Always Came After Pain.

Without Artists, The Order Which We Find In Nature, And Which Is Only An Effect Of Art, Would At Once Vanish.

The New Painters Do Not Propose, Any More Than Did Their Predecessors, To Be Geometers. But It May Be Said That Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer. Today, Scholars No Longer Limit Themselves To The Three Dimensions Of Euclid. The Painters Have Been Lead Quite Naturally, One Might Say By Intuition, To Preoccupy Themselves With The New Possibilities Of Spatial Measurement Which, In The Language Of The Modern Studios, Are Designated By The Term Fourth Dimension.