Beautiful Colors Exist, Though We Do Not

Slyly, Banteringly, But Also Overbearingly, The Critic - The One Who Does Not Swallow Anything Whole, Who Waits Until Posterity Has Consecrated It Before... Howling - Is Among Those Who Howl Their Admiration The Way They Howl Their Insults: Don't Be Afraid, Don't Tremble - The Beast Doesn't Have Any Nails Or Teeth, Or Even Brain: It Is Stuffed.

There Is Always A Heavy Demand For Fresh Mediocrity. In Every Generation The Least Cultivated Taste Has The Largest Appetite.

What Still Concerns Me The Most Is: Am I On The Right Track, Am I Making Progress, Am I Making Mistakes In Art?

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will. Virtue, Good, Evil Are Nothing But Words, Unless One Takes Them Apart In Order To Build Something With Them; They Do Not Win Their True Meaning Until One Knows How To Apply Them.

Why Did I Hesitate To Put All This Glory Of The Sun On My Canvas?