Art Is Made To Trouble But Science

Colour Could Give Rise To Sensations Which Would Interfere With Our Conception Of Space.

Whatever Is In Common Is True; But Likeness Is False.

Art Upsets, Science Reasures.

One Must Not Imitate What One Wants To Create.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.