Civilization Is What Makes You Sick.

In Art There Are Only Two Types Of People: Revolutionaries And Plagiarists

I Am Entering Into The Truth, Into Nature.

Oh Mysterious World... I Have Become Better For Having Understood And Having Loved Thy Human Soul - A Flower Which Has Ceased To Bloom And Whose Fragrance No One Henceforth Will Breathe.

Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

I Was Aware That On My Skill As A Painter Would Depend The Physical And Moral Possession Of The Model.