The artist is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery is of little worth.

And the betrayers of language ...... n and the press gang And those who had lied for hire; The perverts, the perverters of language, the perverts, who have set money-lust Before the pleasures of the senses; howling, as of a hen-yard in a printing-house, the clatter of presses, the blowing of dry dust and stray paper, foetor, sweat, the stench of stale oranges.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, Mamma, can I open the light? She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art.

People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.

What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.