Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
Inspiration comes of working every day.
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
