I stand here for all humanity as I say that a beautiful woman is coming to dinner at my humble abode, that a magnificent man wishes to brighten my doorstep, that a young babe or even a ghastly brute shall happenstance upon my shed…
I would not want to please my guests. I do not wish to please my guests. Never would I wish upon such a vile and disgusting act. I wish that they should genuinely wish to please me.
Let me uproot, affront, reprimand, and destroy the silken mediocrity and insalubrious squalid contentment of the contemporaneity of our times, and hurl ever forth in the face of tradition, and trade, and institute, the fact which is the upshot of all mankind, the history of all humanity, that there is a greatly responsible observer, observing and working wherever a man works for true; that a true man belongs to no other time or space, but is the centre of the Universe. Where there is that man, there is the happening of nature.
The man does not court you. You must court him. Your picture waits for his verdict: it is not to command him, but he is to settle its claims to praise.