Our Art Culture Makes No Attempt To

An Art Book Is A Museum Without Walls.

Every Creation Is, At Its Root, The Struggle Between Potential Form And Imitated Form.

Youth Is A Religion From Which One Always Ends Up Being Converted.

The Great Mystery Is Not That We Should Have Been Thrown Down Here At Random Between The Profusion Of Matter And That Of The Stars; It Is That From Our Very Prison We Should Draw, From Our Own Selves, Images Powerful Enough To Deny Our Own Nothingness.

Surely That Little Pseudo-gothic Church On Broadway, Hidden Amongst The Skyscrapers, Is Symbolic Of The Age! On The Whole Face Of The Globe The Civilization That Has Conquered It Has Failed To Build A Temple Or A Tomb.