Matisse Renovates Rather Than Innovates.

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

The New Painters Do Not Propose, Any More Than Did Their Predecessors, To Be Geometers. But It May Be Said That Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer. Today, Scholars No Longer Limit Themselves To The Three Dimensions Of Euclid. The Painters Have Been Lead Quite Naturally, One Might Say By Intuition, To Preoccupy Themselves With The New Possibilities Of Spatial Measurement Which, In The Language Of The Modern Studios, Are Designated By The Term Fourth Dimension.

I Don't Want To Work. I Want To Smoke.

Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon Weary Of Nature's Monotony.

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure