I Am A Man For

You Do Not Become A Critic Until It Has Been Completely Established To Your Own Satisfaction That You Cannot Be A Poet.

Yes I Have Loved, As No One On Earth Ever Loved, With An Insensate And Furious Love, So Violent That I Wonder It Did Not Break My Heart

Fortune Loves To Give Bedroom Slippers To People With Wooden Legs, And Gloves To Those With No Hands.

Only That Which Serves No End Is Beautiful; Everything Useful Is Ugly.

The Arts Teach And Moralise By Their Beauty Alone, Not By Translating A Philosophical Or Social Formula. For The Truly Artistic Person, Painting Has Itself As It's Purpose, Which Is Quite Enough.