It Is Not Your Paintings I Like,

The Workman Of Today Works Every Day In His Life At The Same Tasks, And This Fate Is No Less Absurd. But It Is Tragic Only At The Rare Moments When It Becomes Conscious.

In Every Rebellion Is To Be Found The Metaphysical Demand For Unity, The Impossibility Of Capturing It, And The Construction Of A Substitute Universe.

It's Not Your Pictures I Like; It's Your Painting.

I Lived With The Only Continuity, Day To Day, Of The Me-me-me.

To Grow Old Is To Pass From Passion To Compassion.