Discontent Is The Seed Of

One Who Is Always Deeply Involved In What He Is Doing Is Above All Embarrassment.

It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm Of A Theory That It Is Refutable.

A Refined Soul Is Distressed To Know That Someone Owes It Thanks; A Crude Soul, To Know That It Owes Someone Thanks.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?