Man Is Not What He Thinks He

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

In Art, We Are The First Heirs Of All The Earth. . . . Accidents Impair And Time Transforms, But It Is We Who Choose.

The Ordinary Man Puts Up A Struggle Against All That Is Not Himself, Whereas It Is Against Himself, In A Limited But All-essential Field, That The Artist Has To Battle.

There Are Not Fifty Ways Of Fighting, There's Only One, And That's To Win. Neither Revolution Nor War Consists In Doing What One Pleases.

One Can Fool Life For A Long Time, But In The End It Always Makes Us What We Were Intended To Be.