I'll Always Be Grateful To The Public

When A Picture Isn't Realized, You Pitch It In The Fire And Start Another One!

I Allow No One To Touch Me.

The Approbation Of Others Is A Stimulus Of Which One Must Sometimes Be Wary. The Feeling Of One's Own Strength Makes One Modest.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.