I Passed Blindly Many Things Which Belong

Painting Constantly Appeared To Me As The One And Only Possible Achievement.

Space, And Space Again, Is The Infinite Deity Which Surrounds Us And In Which We Are Ourselves Contained.

The Laws Of Art Are Eternal And Don't Change At All, As The Moral Laws Don't Change In Human Beings.

Love In An Animal Sense Is An Illness, But A Necessity Which One Has To Overcome.

The Metaphysics Of Substance. The Strange Feeling Which Comes Over Us When We Sense: This Is Skin - This Is Bone - All In A Single Vision That Is Completely Unearthly. The Dreaminess Of Our Existence Mixed At The Same Time With The Indescribably Sweet Illusion Of Reality.