My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work

I Lack The Magnificent Richness Of Color That Animates Nature.

All The Theories Mess You Up Inside.

To Be Sure An Artist Wishes To Raise His Standard Intellectually As Much As Possible, But The Man Must Remain In Obscurity. Pleasure Must Be Found In The Studying.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

Talks On Art Are Almost Useless. The Work Which Goes To Bring Progress In One's Own Subject Is Sufficient Compensation For The Incomprehension Of Imbeciles.