The Art Of Frida Kahlo Is A

The Lamentable Expression: 'but It Was Only A Dream", The Increasing Use Of Which - Among Others In The Domain Of The Cinema - Has Contributed Not A Little To Encourage Such Hypocrisy, Has For A Long While Ceased To Merit Discussion.

Of All Those Arts In Which The Wise Excel, Nature's Chief Masterpiece Is Writing Well.

Words Have Finished Flirting. Now They Are Making Love.

Under His (marc Chagall, Ed.) Sole Impulse Metaphor Made Its Triumphal Entry Into Modern Painting.

For Me, The Single Word "god" Suggests Everything That Is Slippery, Shady, Squalid, Foul, And Grotesque.