Modesty Is The Delicate Form Of Hypocrisy.

Born Of The Sensibility, Art Sows And Creates Life In Its Turn.

To Write Well, To Have Style ... Is To Paint. The Master Faculty Of Style Is Therefore The Visual Memory. If A Writer Does Not See What He Describes-countrysides And Figures, Movements And Gestures-how Could He Have A Style, That Is Originality?

Science Is The Only Truth And It Is The Great Lie. It Knows Nothing, And People Think It Knows Everything. It Is Misrepresented. People Think That Science Is Electricity, Automobilism, And Dirigible Balloons. It Is Something Very Different. It Is Life Devouring Itself. It Is The Sensibility Transformed Into Intelligence. It Is The Need To Know Stifling The Need To Live. It Is The Genius Of Knowledge Vivisecting The Vital Genius.

Modesty Is The Delicate Form Of Hypocrisy.

Art Is The Flower Of Life And, As Seed, It Gives Back Life.