Joy Always Came After Pain.

Memories Are Hunting Horns Whose Sound Dies On The Wind.

Without Artists, The Sublime Idea Men Have Of The Universe Would Collapse With Dizzying Speed.

The New Painters Do Not Propose, Any More Than Did Their Predecessors, To Be Geometers. But It May Be Said That Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer. Today, Scholars No Longer Limit Themselves To The Three Dimensions Of Euclid. The Painters Have Been Lead Quite Naturally, One Might Say By Intuition, To Preoccupy Themselves With The New Possibilities Of Spatial Measurement Which, In The Language Of The Modern Studios, Are Designated By The Term Fourth Dimension.

I Hate Artists Who Are Not Of Their Time.

When Man Resolved To Imitate Walking, He Invented The Wheel, Which Does Not Look Like A Leg. In Doing This, He Was Practicing Surrealism Without Knowing It.