I Am A Great Artist And I

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will.

Do Not Finish Your Work Too Much. An Impression Is Not Sufficiently Durable For Its First Freshness To Survive A Belated Search For Infinite Detail; In This Way You Let The Lava Grow Cool.

Lacking Many Of The Essential Implements, It Irritated Me To Be Reduced To Impotence In The Face Of Artistic Projects To Which I Had Passionately Given Myself.

Look Closely At The Japanese; They Draw Admirably And Yet In Them You Will See Life Outdoors And In The Sun Without Shadows.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.