Then down came the lid--the day was lost, for art, at Sarajevo. World-politics stepped in, and a war was started which has… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphere. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphereThe ideas of… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
“The War went on far too long... It was too vast for its meaning, like a giant with the brain of a… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Feminism was recognized by the average man as a conflict in which it was impossible for a man, as a chivalrous gentleman,… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Surely to root politics out of art is a highly necessary undertaking: for the freedom of art, like that of science, depends entirely upon… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Prostration is our natural position. A wormlike movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
No American worth his salt should go around looking for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
All orthodox opinion - that is, today, "revolutionary" opinion either of the pure or the impure variety - is anti-man. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
The ideas of a time are like the clothes of a season: they are as arbitrary, as much imposed by some superior will which… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
With most people, not describable as artists, all the finer part of their vitality goes into sex. They become third-rate poets during their courtship.… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Spain is an overflow of sombreness . . . a strong and threatening tide of history meets you at the frontier. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
For the first rate poet, nothing short of a Queen or a Chimera is adequate for the powers of his praise. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
