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Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

The True Painter Must Be Able, With The Most Usual Things, To Have The Most Unusual Ideas.

When I Paint, The Sea Roars Others Splash About In The Bath

Forever Will Be You And Me.

We Must Always Remember That The Chinese Revolution Was Not A Peasant's Revolution, But One Of The Extreme Right.