I Knew A Wise Man That Had

They That Reverence To Much Old Times Are But A Scorn To The New.

Great Art Is Always A Way Of Concentrating, Reinventing What Is Called Fact, What We Know Of Our Existence- A Reconcentration… Tearing Away The Veils, The Attitudes People Acquire Of Their Time And Earlier Time. Really Good Artists Tear Down Those Veils

Suspicions That The Mind, Of Itself, Gathers, Are But Buzzes; But Suspicions That Are Artificially Nourished And Put Into Men's Heads By The Tales And Whisperings Of Others, Have Stings.

A Good Conscience Is A Continual Feast.

I Will Never Be An Old Man. To Me, Old Age Is Always 15 Years Older Than I Am.