No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between The Individual And His Environment, Or Between The Individual And His Own Organic Eccentricities, The Guarantee Of A Dull Inviolability, The Lightning-conductor Of His Existence.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.