Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.
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.
