Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.

A Universal Style Is One That Knows How To Embrace Lovingly Those Not Quite Developed.

To Me, Art Almost Always Speaks More Forcefully When It Appears In An Imperfect, Accidental, And Fragmentary Way, Somehow Just Signaling Its Presence, Allowing One To Feel It Through The Ineptitude Of The Interpretation. I Prefer The Chopin That Reaches Me In The Street From An Open Window To The Chopin Served In Great Style From The Concert Stage.

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

I Am Reading Sienkiewicz. What Tormenting Reading. What A Powerful Genius! And There Never Was Such A First-rate Writer Of The Second-rate Class.