The Joy Of The Young

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

I Shall Never Forget What I Saw At The Museum Of Modern Art: In A Spotless Schoolroom, Fifty Little Girls Painting Away At Tables Covered With Brushes, Pots, Tubes, Bowls, Staring Into Space And Sticking Out Their Tongues Like The Clever Animals That Ring A Bell, Tongues Lolling And Eyes Vague. Teachers Supervise These Young Creators Of Abstract Art And Slap Their Wrists If What They Paint Represents Something And Dangerously Inclines Toward Realism. The Mothers - Still At The Picasso Stage - Are Not Admitted.

Do Not Take Up Cause Against The Inaccuracies Printed About You. They Are Your Protection.

Art Is Not A Pastime But A Priesthood.

There Are Truths Which One Can Only Say After Having Won The Right To Say Them.