Oh, The Germans Classify, But The French

The Irregular And Intimate Quality Of Things Made Entirely By The Human Hand.

The Condition Every Art Requires Is, Not So Much Freedom From Restriction, As Freedom From Adulteration And From The Intrusion Of Foreign Matter.

Art, It Seems To Me, Should Simplify.

Life Began For Me, When I Ceased To Admire And Began To Remember.

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do. I Feel As If This Tree Knows Everything I Ever Think Of When I Sit Here. When I Come Back To It, I Never Have To Remind It Of Anything; I Begin Just Where I Left Off.