If Only Someone Else Could Paint What

Failure Is My Best Friend. If I Succeeded, It Would Be Like Dying. Maybe Worse.

Whores Are The Most Honest Girls. They Present The Bill Right Away.

The Human Face Is As Strange To Me As A Countenance, Which, The More One Looks At It, The More It Closes Itself Off And Escapes By The Steps Of Unknown Stairways.

The More You Fail, The More You Succeed. It Is Only When Everything Is Lost And - Instead Of Giving Up - You Go On, That You Experience The Momentary Prospect Of Some Slight Progress. Suddenly You Have The Feeling - Be It An Illusion Or Not - That Something New Has Opened Up.

The One Thing That Fills Me With Enthusiasm Is To Try, Despite Everything, To Get Nearer To Those Visions That Seem So Hard To Express.