The History Of An Art Is The

Your Mind And You Are Our Sargasso Sea.

Any General Statement Is Like A Check Drawn On A Bank. Its Value Depends On What Is There To Meet It.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

The Man Of Understanding Can No More Sit Quiet And Resigned While His Country Lets Its Literature Decay, And Lets Good Writing Meet With Contempt, Than A Good Doctor Could Sit Quiet And Contented While Some Ignorant Child Was Infecting Itself With Tuberculosis Under The Impression That It Was Merely Eating Jam Tarts.

The Only Thing One Can Give An Artist Is Leisure In Which To Work. To Give An Artist Leisure Is Actually To Take Part In His Creation.