One Cannot Create An Art That Speaks

There Are Not Fifty Ways Of Fighting, There's Only One, And That's To Win. Neither Revolution Nor War Consists In Doing What One Pleases.

An Artist Discovers His Genius The Day He Dares Not To Please.

And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends And Man Comes Into His Own.

Just As A Musician Loves Music And Not Nightingales, And A Poet Loves Poetry And Not Sunsets, A Painter Is Not Primarily A Person Who Responds To Figures And Landscapes. He Is Primarily One Who Loves Pictures.

Man Knows That The World Is Not Made On A Human Scale; And He Wishes That It Were.