It is more than likely that the brain itself is, in origin and development, only a sort of great clot of genital fluid held in suspense or reserved. This hypothesis would explain the enormous content of the brain as a maker or presenter of images.

But the one thing you should. not do is to suppose that when something is wrong with the arts, it is wrong with the arts ONLY.

Allow me to say that I would long since have committed suicide had desisting made me a professor of Latin.

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

The artist is always beginning.

Any general statement is like a check drawn on a bank. Its value depends on what is there to meet it.

Any damn fool can be spontaneous.