I Should Like To Be Famous And

I Put It [picture "a Still Life Of A Pear" By Edouard Manet] There [on The Wall, Next To The Picture "jupiter And Thetis" By Jean-auguste-dominique Ingres], For A Pear Like That Would Overthrow Any God.

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

I Frequently Lock Myself In My Studio. I Do Not Often See The People I Love, And In The End I Shall Suffer For It... Painting Is One's Private Life.

Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things.

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.