Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect Which It Produces.