Pay no attention to the criticism of men who have never themselves written a notable work.

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 what is so much more important than how.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.

Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.

I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron.... I should have been able to do better.