Mistakes Are Almost Always Of A Sacred

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

Great Wine Requires A Mad Man To Grow The Vine, A Wise Man To Watch Over It, A Lucid Poet To Make It, And A Lover To Drink It.

The True Painter Must Be Able, With The Most Usual Things, To Have The Most Unusual Ideas.

I Am Not Strange. I Am Just Not Normal.

The Problem With The Youth Of Today' Is That One Is No Longer Part Of It.