A Thing Which Is Present Can Be

Art Evokes The Mystery Without Which The World Would Not Exist.

No Object Is Stuck With Its Name So Irrevocably That One Cannot Find Another Which Suits It Better.

The Feeling We Experience While We Look At A Picture Is Not To Be Distinguished From The Picture Or From Ourselves. The Feeling, Picture, And Ourselves Are United In One Mystery.

People Who Look For Symbolic Meaning Fail To Grasp The Inherent Poetry And Mystery Of The Images.

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.