Art Is The Flower Of Life And,

Science Is The Only Truth And It Is The Great Lie. It Knows Nothing, And People Think It Knows Everything. It Is Misrepresented. People Think That Science Is Electricity, Automobilism, And Dirigible Balloons. It Is Something Very Different. It Is Life Devouring Itself. It Is The Sensibility Transformed Into Intelligence. It Is The Need To Know Stifling The Need To Live. It Is The Genius Of Knowledge Vivisecting The Vital Genius.

Art Includes Everything Which Stimulates The Desire To Live; Science Includes Everything Which Sharpens The Desire To Know. Art, Even The Most Disinterested, The Most Disembodied, Is The Auxiliary Of Life.

To Know What Everyone Knows Is To Know Nothing.

Born Of The Sensibility, Art Sows And Creates Life In Its Turn.

If The Secret Of Being A Bore Is To Tell All, The Secret Of Pleasing Is To Say Just Enough To Be -not Understood, But Divined.