Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.

Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!

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.

Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.

That text is known to them that have the patience to read it, possibly one one-hundredth of one percent of the denizens. They forget it, all save a few Western states. I think somebody in Dakota once read it. The Constitution.

The artist is always beginning.

Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.