What Thou Lovest Well Remains.

All Great Art Is Born Of The Metropolis.

It Ought To Be Illegal For An Artist To Marry. If The Artist Must Marry Let Him Find Someone More Interested In Art, Or His Art, Or The Artist Part Of Him, Than In Him. After Which Let Them Take Tea Together Three Times A Week.

A People That Grows Accustomed To Sloppy Writing Is A People In The Process Of Losing Grip On Its Empire And On Itself.

Here Is Our Poetry, For We Have Pulled Down The Stars To Our Will.

A Man Of Genius Has A Right To Any Mode Of Expression.