How Can This World, Which Is So

One Always Has To Spoil A Picture A Little Bit, In Order To Finish It.

Take Hold Of Objects By Their Centres, Not By Their Lines Of Contour... The Contour Accentuated Uniformly And Beyond Proportion, Destroys Plasticity, Bringing Forward Those Parts Of An Object Which Are Always Most Distant From The Eye - Namely Its Outlines.

I Live In Company With A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal. He It Is Who Notes That Individuality Which Is The Seal Of The Weakness Of Our Race. My Soul Has Wings, But The Brutal Jailer Is Strict.

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

What Makes Sovereign Ugliness Are Our Conventions.