Whatever The World Condemns You

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.

And History Becomes Legend And Legend Becomes History.

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.