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!

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art - or almost the only stuff.

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.

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.

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment