Some Pictures Are In The Gallery Because

He Who Has Dreamed For Long Resembles His Dream.

War Puts Its Questions Stupidly, Peace Mysteriously.

In So Far As He Is A Creator, The Artist Does Not Belong To A Social Group Already Moulded By A Culture, But To A Culture Which He Is By Way Of Building Up.

The Attempt To Force Human Beings To Despise Themselves Is What I Call Hell.

Culture Is The Sum Of All The Forms Of Art, Of Love, And Of Thought, Which, In The Coarse Or Centuries, Have Enabled Man To Be Less Enslaved