Always, However Brutal An Age May Actually

An Artist Discovers His Genius The Day He Dares Not To Please.

In A World In Which Everything Is Subject To The Passing Of Time, Art Alone Is Both Subject To Time And Yet Victorious Over It.

Our Art Culture Makes No Attempt To Search The Past For Precedents, But Transforms The Entire Past Into A Sequence Of Provisional Responses To A Problem That Remains Intact.

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

The Great Mystery Is Not That We Should Have Been Thrown Down Here At Random Between The Profusion Of Matter And That Of The Stars; It Is That From Our Very Prison We Should Draw, From Our Own Selves, Images Powerful Enough To Deny Our Own Nothingness.