Much Bending Breaks The Bow; Much Unbending

The Ill And Unfit Choice Of Words Wonderfully Obstructs The Understanding.

There Is No Secrecy Comparable To Celerity.

The Nature Of Things Betrays Itself More Readily Under The Vexations Of Art Than In Its Natural Freedom.

If I Go To The National Gallery And I Look At One Of The Great Paintings That Excite Me There, It's Not So Much The Painting That Excites Me As That The Painting Unlocks All Kinds Of Valves Of Sensation Within Me Which Return Me To Life More Violently.

He That Toucheth Pitch Shall Be Defiled Therewith.