Fit For Kings, Formal Gardens

The Serious Artist Must Be As Open As Nature. Nature Does Not Give All Of Herself In A Paragraph. She Is Rugged And Not Set Apart Into Discreet Categories.

The Artist Is Always Beginning.

Use No Superfluous Word, No Adjective, Which Does Not Reveal Something.

Humanity Is The Rich Effluvium, It Is The Waste And The Manure And The Soil, And From It Grows The Tree Of The Arts.

The Intellect Is A Very Nice Whirligig Toy, But How People Take It Seriously Is More Than I Can Understand.