Genius Is The Error In The System.

A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes Out For A Walk, So To Speak, Aimlessly For The Sake Of The Walk.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing About Europe.

I Still Come Closest To Success With Drawing.

I Paint In Order Not To Cry.

Beauty Is As Relative As Light And Dark. Thus, There Exists No Beautiful Woman, None At All, Because You Are Never Certain That A Still Far More Beautiful Woman Will Not Appear And Completely Shame The Supposed Beauty Of The First.