Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

The Poet Never Asks For Admiration; He Wants To Be Believed.

If A Poet Has A Dream, It Is Not Of Becoming Famous, But Of Being Believed.

The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds Is That Which Fails.

I Know That Poetry Is Indispensable, But To What I Could Not Say.