The Awareness Of Our Own Strength Makes

I Am The Primitive Of The Method I Have Invented.

We Live In A Rainbow Of Chaos.

Michelangelo Is A Constructor, And Rafael An Artist Who, Great As He Is, Is Always Limited By The Model. When He Tries To Be Thoughtful He Falls Below The Niveau Of His Great Rival.

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.