Be Winged Arrows Aiming At Fulfillment And

There Is No Substitute For Intuition.

The More Horrible This World (as Today, For Instance), The More Abstract Our Art, Whereas A Happy World Brings Forth An Art Of The Here And Now.

Democracy With Its Semi-civilization Sincerely Cherishes Junk. The Artists Power Should Be Spiritual. But The Power Of The Majority Is Material. When These Worlds Meet Occasionally, It Is Pure Coincidence.

Genius Is The Error In The System.

Color Has Got Me. I No Longer Need To Chase After It. It Has Got Me For Ever. I Know It. That Is The Meaning Of This Happy Hour.