Our Epoch Is A Time

The Artist Must Be Blind To Distinction Between 'recognized' Or 'unrecognized' Conventions Of Form, Deaf To The Transitory Teaching And Demands Of His Particular Age.

All Methods Are Sacred If They Are Internally Necessary. All Methods Are Sins If They Are Not Justified By Internal Necessity.

Objects Damage Pictures.

Everything That Is Dead Quivers. Not Only The Things Of Poetry, Stars, Moon, Wood, Flowers, But Even A White Trouser Button Glittering Out Of A Puddle In The Street... Everything Has A Secret Soul, Which Is Silent More Often Than It Speaks.

As A Picture Painted In Yellow Always Radiates Spiritual Warmth, Or As One In Blue Has Apparently A Cooling Effect, So Green Is Only Boring.