When we have arrived at the question, the answer is already near.
Every genuine work of art has as much reason for being as the earth and the sun.
A day for toil, an hour for sport, but for a friend is life too short.
New arts destroy the old.
For nonconformity the world will whip you with its displeasure.
The conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any end, is art.