Lord, Protect Me From What I Want!

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.

Beauty? To Me It Is A Word Without Sense Because I Do Not Know Where Its Meaning Comes From Nor Where It Leads To.

I Like All Paintings. I Always Look At The Paintings, Good Or Bad, In Barbershops, Furniture Stores, Provincial Hotels. I'm Like A Drinker Who Needs Wine. As Long As It Is Wine, It Doesn't Matter Which Wine.

Without Great Solitude No Serious Work Is Possible.

The Earth Doesn't Have A Housekeeper To Do The Dusting.