That Is Love, To Give

A Guilty Conscience Needs To Confess. A Work Of Art Is A Confession.

In This Vast Country That He Had So Loved, He Was Alone.

To Me, Art Is Not A Solitary Delight. It Is A Means Of Stirring The Greatest Number Of Men By Providing Them With A Privileged Image Of Our Common Joys And Woes.

If The Descent Is Thus Sometimes Performed In Sorrow, It Can Also Take Place In Joy.

There Are People Who Prefer To Look Their Fate In The Eye