The Morality Of Art Is In Its

The Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Discovering What You Believe.

[t]he Truth Is That Fullness Of Soul Can Sometimes Overflow In Utter Vapidity Of Language, For None Of Us Can Ever Express The Exact Measure Of His Needs Or His Thoughts Or His Sorrows; And Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Tap Crude Rhythms For Bears To Dance To, While We Long To Make Music That Will Melt The Stars.

The True Poet For Me Is A Priest. As Soon As He Dons The Cassock, He Must Leave His Family.

I Hate That Which We Have Decided To Call Realism, Even Though I Have Been Made One Of Its High Priests.

The Morality Of Art Is In Its Very Beauty.