There Are Painters Who Transform The Sun

I Don't Think I'm Wrong When I Say That The Most Beautiful Objects Of The "stone Age" Were Made Of Skin, Fabric, And Especially Wood. The "stone Age" Ought To Be Called The "wood Age." How Many African Statues Are Made Of Stone, Bone, Or Ivory? Maybe One In A Thousand! And Prehistoric Man Had No More Ivory At His Disposal Than African Tribes. Maybe Even Less. He Must Have Had Thousands Of Wooden Fetishes, All Gone Now.

If Everybody Is Looking For It, Then Nobody Is Finding It. If We Were Cultured, We Would Not Be Conscious Of Lacking Culture. We Would Regard It As Something Natural And Would Not Make So Much Fuss About It. And If We Knew The Real Value Of This Word We Would Be Cultured Enough Not To Give It So Much Importance.

You See These Thick Curtains Shut Out The Daylight: Artificial Light Suits Me A Great Deal Better; It's Absolutely Steady, And Much More Exciting.

I Want To Get To The Stage Where Nobody Can Tell How A Picture Of Mine Is Done. What's The Point Of That? Simply That I Want Nothing But Emotion Given Off By It.

Age Only Matters When One Is Aging. Now That I Have Arrived At A Great Age, I Might As Well Be Twenty.