Art Is Like Politics. Any

Poetry, Far More Than Fiction, Reveals The Soul Of Humanity.

Great Emotion Always Tends To Become Rhythmic, And Out Of That Tendency The Forms Of Art Have Been Evolved. Art Becomes Artificial Only When The Forms Take Precedence Over The Emotion.

Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On A Place Of Skulls.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

When Trying To Explain Anything, I Usually Find That The Bible, That Great Collection Of Magnificent And Varied Poetry, Has Said It Before In The Best Possible Way.