Cats Are The Tigers Of Us Poor

Sooner Barbarity Than Boredom.

Only That Which Serves No End Is Beautiful; Everything Useful Is Ugly.

Any Man Who Does Not Have His Inner World To Translate Is Not An Artist.

Whatever May Have Been Said Of The Satiety Of Pleasure And Of The Disgust Which Usually Follows Passion, Any Man Who Has Anything Of A Heart And Who Is Not Wretchedly And Hopelessly Blasé Feels His Love Increased By His Happiness, And Very Often The Best Way To Retain A Lover Ready To Leave Is To Give One's Self Up To Him Without Reserve.

The Arts Teach And Moralise By Their Beauty Alone, Not By Translating A Philosophical Or Social Formula. For The Truly Artistic Person, Painting Has Itself As It's Purpose, Which Is Quite Enough.