Realism, In So Far As The Word

Work Accomplished Means Little. It Is In The Past. What We All Want Is The Glorious And Living Present.

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

As Time Passed And He Grew To Know People Better, He Began To Think Of Himself As An Extraordinary Man, One Set Apart From His Fellows. He Wanted Terribly To Make His Life A Thing Of Great Importance, And As He Looked About At His Fellow Men And Saw How Like Clods They Lived It Seemed To Him That He Could Not Bear To Become Also Such A Clod.

The Object Of Art Is Not To Make Salable Pictures. It Is To Save Yourself.

It Is All Right You're Saying You Do Not Need Other People, But There Are A Lot Of People Who Need You.