All The Sorrow, All The

God Takes Care Of Imbeciles, Little Children And Artists.

It Is Only By Drawing Often, Drawing Everything, Drawing Incessantly, That One Fine Day You Discover To Your Surprise That You Have Rendered Something In Its True Character.

I Remember That, Although I Was Full Of Fervour, I Didn't Have The Slightest Inkling, Even At Forty, Of The Deeper Side To The Movement We Were Pursuing By Instinct. It Was In The Air!

Blessed Are They Who See Beautiful Things In Humble Places Where Other People See Nothing.

All The Sorrow, All The Bitterness, All The Sadness, I Forget Them And Ignore Them In The Joy Of Working.