One Can Only Blaspheme If One Believes.

Life Is A Picnic On A Precipice.

Fate Succumbs Many A Species: One Alone Jeopardises Itself.

To Me Art's Subject Is The Human Clay, / And Landscape But A Background To A Torso; / All Cezanne's Apples I Would Give Away / For One Small Goya Or A Daumier.

To Pray Is To Pay Attention To Something Or Someone Other Than Oneself.

Time Will Say Nothing But I Told You So.