Memories Are Hunting Horns Whose

It's Raining My Soul, It's Raining, But It's Raining Dead Eyes.

Cubism Is The Art Of Depicting New Wholes With Formal Elements Borrowed Not Only From The Reality Of Vision, But From That Of Conception.

The Plastic Virtues: Purity, Unity, And Truth, Keep Nature In Subjection.

The New Painters Do Not Propose, Any More Than Did Their Predecessors, To Be Geometers. But It May Be Said That Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer. Today, Scholars No Longer Limit Themselves To The Three Dimensions Of Euclid. The Painters Have Been Lead Quite Naturally, One Might Say By Intuition, To Preoccupy Themselves With The New Possibilities Of Spatial Measurement Which, In The Language Of The Modern Studios, Are Designated By The Term Fourth Dimension.

Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon Weary Of Nature's Monotony.