People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

To Make Oneself Hated Is More Difficult Than To Make Oneself Loved.

One Does A Whole Painting For One Peach And People Think Just The Opposite - That Particular Peach Is But A Detail.

A Painter Is A Man Who Paints What He Sells; An Artist, On The Other Hand, Is A Man Who Sells What He Paints.

You Mustn't Expect Me To Repeat Myself. My Past Doesn't Interest Me. I Would Rather Copy Others Than Copy Myself. In That Way I Should At Least Be Giving Them Something New. I Love Discovering Things.

Beauty? To Me It Is A Word Without Sense Because I Do Not Know Where Its Meaning Comes From Nor Where It Leads To.