Talent Is A Long Patience.

Happiness Is A Monstrosity! Punished Are Those Who Seek It.

We Have All Been Beaten! Each One Has To Bear His Misfortune! Resign Yourself!

Reality Does Not Conform To The Ideal, But Confirms It.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.

As Humanity Perfects Itself, Man Becomes Degraded. When Everything Is Reduced To The Mere Counter-balancing Of Economic Interests, What Room Will There Be For Virtue? When Nature Has Been So Subjugated That She Has Lost All Her Original Forms, Where Will That Leave The Plastic Arts? And So On. In The Mean Time, Things Are Going To Get Very Murky.