Genius Is Finding The Invisible Link Between

Which Arrow Flies For Ever? The Arrow That Has Hit Its Mark.

Art At Its Greatest Is Fantastically Deceitful And Complex.

Mnemosyne, One Must Admit, Has Shown Herself To Be A Very Careless Girl.

Genius Still Means To Me, In My Russian Fastidiousness And Pride Of Phrase, A Unique Dazzling Gift. The Gift Of James Joyce, And Not The Talent Of Henry James.

Complacency Is A State Of Mind That Exists Only In Retrospective: It Has To Be Shattered Before Being Ascertained.