Painting A Picture Is Like

Have No Fear Of The Future. Let Us Go Forward Into Its Mysteries, Tear Away The Veils Which Hide It From Our Eyes, And Move Onwards With Confidence And Courage.

Socialism Needs To Pull Down Wealth; Liberalism Seeks To Raise Up Poverty. Socialism Would Destroy Private Interests, Liberalism Would Preserve [them] ... By Reconciling Them With Public Right. Socialism Would Kill Enterprise; Liberalism Would Rescue Enterprise From The Trammels Of Privilege And Preference. Socialism Assails The Preeminence Of The Individual; Liberalism Seeks ... To Build Up A Minimum Standard For The Mass. Socialism Exalts The Rule; Liberalism Exalts The Man. Socialism Attacks Capitalism; Liberalism Attacks Monopoly.

We Are Happier In Many Ways When We Are Old Than When We Were Young. The Young Sow Wild Oats. The Old Grow Sage.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

A Lie Gets Halfway Around The World Before The Truth Has A Chance To Get Its Pants On.