I Have Not The Slightest

The Depths Modern Art Has Been Exploring Are Mysterious Depths, Full Of Strange Fish.

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

In History, Stagnant Waters, Whether They Be The Stagnant Waters Of Custom Or Those Of Despotism, Harbour No Life; Life Is Dependent On The Ripples Created By A Few Eccentric Individuals. In Homage To That Life & Vitality, The Community Has To Brave Certain Perils And Must Countenance A Measure Of Heresy. One Must Live Dangerously If One Wants To Live At All.

Works Of Art Must Persist As Objects Of Contemplation.

Progress Is Measured By Richness And Intensity Of Experience - By A Wider And Deeper Apprehension Of The Significance And Scope Of Human Existence.