I Think The Whole Glory Of Writing

What's Wrong With This Egotism? If A Man Doesn't Delight In Himself And The Force In Him And Feel That He And It Are Wonders, How Is All Life To Become Important To Him?

The Writing Of Words Can Lead To All Sorts Of Absurdities.

Draw, Draw, Hundreds Of Drawings. Try To Remain Humble. Smartness Kills Everything.

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

There Is This Thing Called Life. We Live It, Not As We Intend Or Wish, But As We Are Driven On By Forces Outside And Inside Ourselves.