Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of

A Critic In My House Sees Some Paintings. Greatly Perturbed, He Asks For My Drawings. My Drawings? Never! They Are My Letters, My Secrets.

I Sit At My Door, Smoking A Cigarette And Sipping My Absinthe, And I Enjoy Every Day Without A Care In The World

The Critics Can Say Stupid Things And We Can Enjoy Them, If We Have The Legitimate Feeling Of Superiority - The Satisfaction Of A Duty Accomplished.

A Critic Is Someone Who Meddles With Something That Is None Of His Business.

Beautiful Colors Exist, Though We Do Not Realize It, And Are Glimpsed Behind The Veil That Modesty Has Drawn Over Them.