No One Can Endure His Own Solitude.

The Most Important Thing In Life Is To See To It That You Are Never Beaten.

And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends And Man Comes Into His Own.

Here, Reality Is Not Subordinated To Painting, Indeed Painting Seems The Handmaid Of Reality, Though We Feel It Tending Towards A Procedure Which, While Not At The Mercy Of Appearances, Is Not Yet In Conflict With Them.

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.

The Only Domain Where The Divine Is Visible Is That Of Art, Whatever Name We Choose To Call It.