I Don't Want To Work. I Want

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

Matisse Renovates Rather Than Innovates.

When Man Wanted To Make A Machine That Would Walk He Created The Wheel, Which Does Not Resemble A Leg.

A Structure Becomes Architectural, And Not Sculptural, When Its Elements No Longer Have Their Justification In Nature.

Without Poets, Without Artists... Everything Would Fall Apart Into Chaos. There Would Be No More Seasons, No More Civilizations, No More Thought, No More Humanity, No More Life Even; And Impotent Darkness Would Reign Forever. Poets And Artists Together Determine The Features Of Their Age, And The Future Meekly Conforms To Their Edit.