May The Devil Himself Splatter You With

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art Any More Than A Plant Can Discuss Horticulture.

There's No Such Thing As Love; Only Proof Of Love.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

The Artist Must Know How Far To Go Too Far.