To say nothing, especially when speaking, is half the art of diplomacy.

Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes.

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.