See with one eye, feel with the other.

A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.

Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself, and if the time ever comes for that work, then so much the better!

It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.

It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.

Chosen are those artists who penetrate to the region of that secret place where primeval power nurtures all evolution. There, where the powerhouse of all time and space call it brain or heart of creation activates every function, who is the artist who would not dwell there?

My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.