But All Categories Of Art,

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.

Spontaneity Is Not Enough - Or, To Be More Exact, Spontaneity Is Not Possible Until There Is An Unconscious Coordination Of Form, Space And Vision.

Art Is Not And Never Has Been Subordinate To Moral Values. Moral Values Are Social Values; Aesthetic Values Are Human Values. Morality Seeks To Restrain The Feelings; Art Seeks To Define Them By Externalizing Them, By Giving Them Significant Form. Morality Has Only One Aim - The Ideal Good; Art Has Quite Another Aim - The Objective Truth... Art Never Changes.

It Will Be A Gay World. There Will Be Lights Everywhere Except In The Minds Of Men, And The Fall Of The Last Civilization Will Not Be Heard Above The Din.

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.