Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.*****
Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.
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An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
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I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.
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Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'
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Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil.
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Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
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Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
*****
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.
*****
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
*****
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.
*****
Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'
*****
Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil.
*****
Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
*****
Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
*****
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
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