Matisse Renovates Rather Than Innovates.

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure

People Quickly Grow Accustomed To Being The Slaves Of Mystery.

Memories Are Hunting Horns Whose Sound Dies On The Wind.

Twentieth Pupil Of The Centuries Knows Its Stuff And Bird-changed This Century Like Jesus Climbs The Sky.