Art Is Science In The Flesh.

The Greatest Masterpiece In Literature Is Only A Dictionary Out Of Order.

Man Seeks To Escape Himself In Myth, And Does So By Any Means At His Disposal. Drugs, Alcohol, Or Lies. Unable To Withdraw Into Himself, He Disguises Himself. Lies And Inaccuracy Give Him A Few Moments Of Comfort.

Since These Mysteries Exceed My Grasp, I Shall Pretend To Have Organized Them.

An Original Artist Is Unable To Copy. So He Has Only To Copy In Order To Be Original.

The Speed Of A Runaway Horse Counts For Nothing.