Mysteries Are Due To Secrecy.

Before I Start Painting I Have A Slightly Ambiguous Feeling: Happiness Is A Special Excitement Because Unhappiness Is Always Possible A Moment Later.

I Don't Believe Art Is Available; It's Rare And Curious And Should Be Completely Isolated; One Is More Aware Of Its Magic The More It Is Isolated.

Who Then To Frail Mortality Shall Trust But Limns The Water, Or But Writes In Dust.

The Human Understanding Is Like A False Mirror, Which, Receiving Rays Irregularly, Distorts And Discolors The Nature Of Things By Mingling Its Own Nature With It.

Choose The Life That Is Most Useful, And Habit Will Make It The Most Agreeable.