The Wall Around The Window Does Not

I Shan't Get Free Of My Emotion By Copying The Tree Faithfully, Or By Drawing Its Leaves One By One In The Common Language, But Only After Identifying Myself With It.

Exactitude Is Not Truth.

There Are Wonderful Things In Jazz, The Improvisation, The Liveliness, The Being At One With The Audience.

I Have Always Tried To Hide My Efforts And Wished My Works To Have A Light Joyousness Of Springtime Which Never Lets Anyone Suspect The Labors It Has Cost Me.

I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends.