Art Is Not To Be Found By

We Live Ruins Amid Ruins.

Nature Is The Symbol Of Spirit.

The Terrible Tabulation Of The French Statists Brings Every Piece Of Whim And Humor To Be Reducible Also To Exact Numerical Ratios. If One Man In Twenty Thousand, Or In Thirty Thousand, Eats Shoes, Or Marries His Grandmother, Then, In Every Twenty Thousand, Or Thirty Thousand, Is Found One Man Who Eats Shoes, Or Marries His Grandmother.

The Wings Of Time Are Black And White, Pied With Morning And With Night.

An Institution Is The Lengthened Shadow Of One Man.