Don't For A Moment Believe

At All Costs The True World Of Childhood Must Prevail, Must Be Restored; That World Whose Momentous, Heroic, Mysterious Quality Is Fed On Airy Nothings, Whose Substance Is So Ill-fitted To Withstand The Brutal Touch Of Adult Inquisition.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

Artists Can No More Speak About Their Work, Than Plants Can Speak About Horticulture.

When A Work Appears To Be Ahead Of Its Time, It Is Only The Time That Is Behind The Work.

He Who Is Affected By An Insult Is Infected By It.