All My Compatriots Are Asses Compared To

The Approbation Of Others Is A Stimulus Of Which One Must Sometimes Be Wary. The Feeling Of One's Own Strength Makes One Modest.

Nature Is The Best Instructor.

All The Theories Mess You Up Inside.

The Painter Must Enclose Himself Within His Work; He Must Respond Not With Words, But With Paintings.

I've Come To The Conclusion That It's Not Really Possible To Help Others.