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And What Is The Potential Man, After All? Is He Not The Sum Of All That Is Human? Divine, In Other Words?

I Had A Microscopic Eye For The Blemish, For The Grain Of Ugliness Which To Me Constituted The Sole Beauty Of The Object.

Every Day The Choice Is Presented To Us, To Live Up To The Spirit That Is In Us, Or Deny It.

I Had No More Need Of God Than He Had Of Me, And If There Were One, I Often Said To Myself, I Would Meet Him Calmly And Spit In His Face.

For The Artist To Attach Himself To His Work, Or Identify Himself With It, Is Suicidal.