What Grape To Keep Its Place In

How Many Books Did Renoir Write On How To Paint?

Idleness Is Only A Coarse Name For My Infinite Capacity For Living In The Present.

The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame Or Success But Intoxication.

Beneath A Mask Of Selfish Tranquility Nothing Exists Except Bitterness And Boredom.

Slums May Well Be Breeding Grounds Of Crime, But Middle Class Suburbs Are Incubators Of Apathy And Delirium.