Art Is Vice. You Don't Marry It

People Call Me The Painter Of Dancing Girls. It Has Never Occurred To Them That My Chief Interest In Dancers Lies In Rendering Movement And Painting Pretty Clothes.

We Were Created To Look At One Another, Weren't We?

Art Is Really A Battle.

Truth Is Never Ugly When One Can Find In It What One Needs.

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.