Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

The intellect is a very nice whirligig toy, but how people take it seriously is more than I can understand.

Technique is the test of sincerity. If a thing isn't worth getting the technique to say, it is of inferior value.

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.

No picture is made to endure nor to live with but it is made to sell and sell quickly with usura, sin against nature, is thy bread ever more of stale rags is thy bread dry as paper.

The technique of infamy is to start two lies at once and get people arguing heatedly over which is the truth.

Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something.