Without Artists, The Sublime Idea

Without Poets, Without Artists... Everything Would Fall Apart Into Chaos. There Would Be No More Seasons, No More Civilizations, No More Thought, No More Humanity, No More Life Even; And Impotent Darkness Would Reign Forever. Poets And Artists Together Determine The Features Of Their Age, And The Future Meekly Conforms To Their Edit.

My, How Beautiful Is War! Its Songs, Its Leisure!

To Insist On Purity Is To Baptize Instinct, To Humanize Art, And To Deify Personality.

Color Is The Fruit Of Life.

Come To The Edge.' 'we Can't. We're Afraid.' 'come To The Edge.' 'we Can't. We Will Fall!' 'come To The Edge.' And They Came. And He Pushed Them. And They Flew.