You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

In Order For The Artist To Have A World To Express He Must First Be Situated In This World, Oppressed Or Oppressing, Resigned Or Rebellious, A Man Among Men.

Nothing In A Portrait Is A Matter Of Indifference. Gesture, Grimace, Clothing, Decor Even - All Must Combine To Realize A Character.

Progress, This Great Heresy Of Decay.

When A Singer Puts His Hand On His Heart, It Means Usually, I Will Always Love You!

With Wine, Poetry, Or Virtue As You Choose. But Get Drunk.