Never Advise Anyone To Go To War

Every Time A Man Unburdens His Heart To A Stranger He Reaffirms The Love That Unites Humanity.

The Element Of Heroic Maleness Had Always Been Present In The Concept Of The Artist As One Who Rides The Winged Horse Above The Clouds Beyond The Sight Of Lesser Men, A Concept Seldom Applied To Those Who Worked With Colours Until The Nineteenth Century. When The Inevitable Question Is Asked, "why Are There No Great Women Artists?" It Is This Dimension Of Art That Is Implied. The Askers Know Little Of Art, But They Know The Seven Wonders Of The Painting World.

The Struggle Which Is Not Joyous Is The Wrong Struggle. The Joy Of The Struggle Is Not Hedonism And Hilarity, But The Sense Of Purpose, Achievement And Dignity.

All Societies On The Verge Of Death Are Masculine. A Society Can Survive With Only One Man; No Society Will Survive A Shortage Of Women.

Love, Love, Love – All The Wretched Cant Of It, Masking Egotism, Lust, Masochism, Fantasy Under A Mythology Of Sentimental Postures, A Welter Of Self-induced Miseries And Joys, Blinding And Masking The Essential Personalities In The Frozen Gestures Of Courtship, In The Kissing And The Dating And The Desire, The Compliments And The Quarrels Which Vivify Its Barrenness.