Since Visiting The Abatoirs Of S. France

One Must Learn To Read, Just As One Must Learn To See And Learn To Live.

Normality Is A Paved Road: It’s Comfortable To Walk, But No Flowers Grow On It.

There Is Something Intimate About Painting I Cannot Explain To You ? But It Is So Delightful Just For Expressing One's Feelings.

If One Were To Say But Few Words, Though Ones With Meaning, One Would Do Better Than To Say Many That Were Only Empty Sounds, And Just As Easy To Utter As They Were Of Little Use.

I Consciously Choose The Dog's Path Through Life. I Shall Be Poor; I Shall Be A Painter.