You Must Not Become A

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

The Disease We All Have And That We Have To Fight Against All Our Lives Is ... The Disease Of Self.

You Won’t Arrive. It Is An Endless Search.

In The Beginning When The World Was Young There Were A Great Many Thoughts But No Such Thing As Truth. Man Made The Truths Himself And Each Truth Was A Composite Of A Great Many Vague Thoughts. All About In The World Were Truths And They Were All Beautiful.

In Youth There Are Always Two Forces Fighting In People. The Warm Unthinking Little Animal Struggles Against The Thing That Reflects And Remembers