Paradise Is To Love Many Things With

Painting Is A Blind Man's Profession. He Paints Not What He Sees, But What He Feels, What He Tells Himself About What He Has Seen.

I Have Discovered Photography. Now I Can Kill Myself. I Have Nothing Else To Learn.

Whether He Wants It Or Not, Man Is The Instrument Of Nature; She Imposes On Him Character And Appearance.

I Always Forbade Everyone To Clean My Studios, Dust Them, Not Only For Fear They Would Disturb My Things, But Especially Because I Always Counted On The Protection Of Dust. It's My Ally. I Always Let It Settle Where It Likes. It's Like A Layer Of Protection.

We Have Learned Nothing.