This Is No Book. Whoever Touches This

Be Not Cheap Or Mediocre In Desiring.

It Ought To Be Illegal For An Artist To Marry. If The Artist Must Marry Let Him Find Someone More Interested In Art, Or His Art, Or The Artist Part Of Him, Than In Him. After Which Let Them Take Tea Together Three Times A Week.

The Age Demanded An Image Of Its Accelerated Grimace, Something For The Modern Stage, Not, At Any Rate, An Attic Grace.

What Matters Most Is Not The Idea, But The Capacity To Believe In It Completely.

A Great Age Of Literature Is Perhaps Always A Great Age Of Translations.