When I Start Thinking, All Is Lost.

Treat Nature By The Cylinder, The Sphere, The Cone, Everything In Proper Perspective So That Each Side Of An Object Or A Plane Is Directed Towards A Central Point.

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

I Have Nothing To Hide In Art. The Initial Force Alone Can Bring Anyone To The End He Must Attain.

Time And Reflection Change The Sight Little By Little 'till We Come To Understand.

You Have No Idea How Life-giving It Is To Find Around One A Youth That Agrees Not To Bury One On The Spot.