Photographs Are Not Ideas. They Give Us

Sometimes The Truth Is Too Simple For Intellectuals.

It Is The Same: A Chosen One Is A Man Whom God's Finger Crushes Against The Wall.

Everything Comes To Us From Others. To Be Is To Belong To Someone.

You Are -- Your Life, And Nothing Else.

For The Artist, The Color, The Bouquet, The Tinkling Of The Spoon On The Saucer, Are Things In The Highest Degree. He Stops At The Quality Of The Sound Or The Form. He Returns To It Constantly And Is Enchanted With It.