Cold Exactitude Is Not Art; Ingenious Artifice,

To Be Understood A Writer Has To Explain Almost Everything.

If One Considered Life As A Simple Loan, One Would Perhaps Be Less Exacting. We Possess Actually Nothing; Everything Goes Through Us.

Glory To That Homer Of Painting, To That Father Of Warmth And Enthusiasm... He Really Paints Men.

Nourish Yourself With Grand And Austere Ideas Of Beauty That Feed The Soul Seek Solitude.

Seeing Artistically Does Not Happen Automatically. We Must Constantly Develop Our Powers Of Observation.