Then I despair... I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been murderers and tyrants and for a time they can seem invincible. But in the end they always fall. Think of it always.
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
