The Source Of Genius Is Imagination Alone.

Take Hold Of Objects By Their Centres, Not By Their Lines Of Contour... The Contour Accentuated Uniformly And Beyond Proportion, Destroys Plasticity, Bringing Forward Those Parts Of An Object Which Are Always Most Distant From The Eye - Namely Its Outlines.

I Live In Company With A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal.

Mediocre People Have An Answer For Everything And Are Astonished At Nothing. They Always Want To Have The Air Of Knowing Better Than You What You Are Going To Tell Them; When, In Their Turn, They Begin To Speak, They Repeat To You With The Greatest Confidence, As If Dealing With Their Own Property, The Things That They Have Heard You Say Yourself At Some Other Place. A Capable And Superior Look Is The Natural Accompaniment Of This Type Of Character.

Can Any Man Say With Certainty That He Was Happy At A Particular Moment Of Time Which He Remembers As Being Delightful? Remembering It Certainly Makes Him Happy, Because He Realizes How Happy He Could Have Been, But At The Actual Moment When The Alleged Happiness Was Occurring, Did He Really Feel Happy? He Was Like A Man Owning A Piece Of Ground In Which, Unknown To Himself, A Treasure Lay Buried.

Give Me Some Mud, And I Will Paint You A Woman's Flesh.