The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb

You Could Wonder For Hours What Flowers Mean, But For Me, They're Life Itself, In All Its Happy Brilliance. We Couldn't Do With Out Flowers. Flowers Help You Forget Life's Tragedies.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

The Dignity Of The Artist Lies In His Duty Of Keeping Awake The Sense Of Wonder In The World. In This Long Vigil He Often Has To Vary His Methods Of Stimulation; But In This Long Vigil He Is Also Himself Striving Against A Continual Tendency To Sleep.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.