A Break In The Established Order Is

To Command Is To Serve, Nothing More And Nothing Less.

Though Man's Feeling For The Other-worldly Often Has Recourse To Solitude, Solitude Does Not Foster Its Development; Rather, It Is Nourished By Communion, To Which The Church Is More Propitious Than The Cemetery.

What Is Man? A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets.

Here, Reality Is Not Subordinated To Painting, Indeed Painting Seems The Handmaid Of Reality, Though We Feel It Tending Towards A Procedure Which, While Not At The Mercy Of Appearances, Is Not Yet In Conflict With Them.

The Only Domain Where The Divine Is Visible Is That Of Art, Whatever Name We Choose To Call It.