Wherever I Go I Need A Period

Oh Yes! He Loved Yellow, This Good Vincent, This Painter From Holland - Those Glimmers Of Sunlight Rekindled His Soul, That Abhorred The Fog, That Needed The Warmth.

A Nude By Degas Is Chaste. But His Women Wash In Tubs!

Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

How To Re-light The Fire The Very Ashes Of Which Are Scattered?

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.