For My Part, If I Consider Poetry

Man Cannot Produce A Single Work Without The Assistance Of The Slow, Assiduous, Corrosive Worm Of Thought.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.

I Am Perhaps A Late Follower Of Zoroaster And I Believe That The Foundation Of Life Is Built Upon The Struggle Between The Two Opposing Forces Of Good And Evil.

Evidently The Arts, All The Visual Arts, Are Becoming More Democratic In The Worst Sense Of The Word.

Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make Just One.