The Artist Spends The First Part Of

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.

Nature Does Many Things The Way I Do, But She Hides Them!

I Want To Create A Cat Like The Real Cats I See Crossing The Streets, Not Like Those You See In Houses. They Have Nothing In Common. The Cat Of The Streets Has Bristling Fur. It Runs Like A Fiend, And If It Looks At You, You Think It Is Going To Jump In Your Face.

If Only We Could Pull Out Our Brain And Use Only Our Eyes.

To Be Young, Really Young, Takes A Very Long Time.