A Throw Of The Dice Will Never

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

The World Was Made In Order To Result In A Beautiful Book.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

To Define Is To Kill. To Suggest Is To Create.