To Be Understood A Writer Has To

Even When We Look At Nature, Our Imagination Constructs The Picture.

I Live In Company With A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal.

One Must Learn To Be Grateful For One's Own Findings.

Artists Who Seek Perfection In Everything Are Those Who Can't Attain It In Anything.

In Every Art We Are Always Obliged To Return To The Accepted Means Of Expression, The Conventional Language Of The Art. What Is A Black-and-white Drawing But A Convention To Which The Beholder Has Become So Accustomed That With His Mind's Eye He Sees A Complete Equivalent In The Translation From Nature?