No man kills himself unless there is something wrong with his life.
When an artist holds up a mirror to nature he finds out who and what he is; but the knowledge may change him irredeemably so that he becomes that image.
Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.
When there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph.
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
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