The World Doesn't Understand Me And I

The Awareness Of Our Own Strength Makes Us Modest.

One Can Do Good Things Without Being Very Much Of A Harmonist Or A Colourist. It Is Sufficient To Have A Sense Of Art - And This Sense Is Doubtless The Horror Of The Bourgeois.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

The World Doesn't Understand Me And I Don't Understand The World, That's Why I've Withdrawn From It.

Yes, A Bunch Of Carrots, Observed Directly, Painted Simply In The Personal Way One Sees It, Worth More Than The Ecole's Everlasting Slices Of Buttered Bread, That Tobacco-juice Painting, Slavishly Done By The Book? The Day Is Coming When A Single Original Carrot Will Give Birth To A Revolution.