Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

The Reproach That Superficial People Formulate Against Manet, That Whereas Once He Painted Ugliness, Now He Paints Vulgarity, Falls Harmlessly To The Ground, When We Recognize The Fact That He Paints The Truth.

Everything In The World Exists In Order To End Up As A Book.