We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons

For Us Artists There Waits The Joyous Compromise Through Art With All That Wounded Or Defeated Us In Daily Life; In This Way, Not To Evade Destiny, As The Ordinary People Try To Do, But To Fulfil It In Its True Potential - The Imagination.

To Be The Equal Of Reality You Must Learn How To Ignore It Without Danger.

Guilt Always Hurries Towards Its Complement, Punishment: Only There Does Its Satisfaction Lie.

Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire A Truth Which We Cannot Bear Rather Than To Rest Content With The Fictions We Manufacture Out Of Each Other.

How Grudging Memory Is, And How Bitterly She Clutches The Raw Material Of Her Daily Work.