Even If It Were Proven

Forest, I Fear You! In My Ruined Heart Your Roaring Wakens The Same Agony As In Cathedrals When The Organ Moans And From The Depths I Hear That I Am Damned.

Go Then, A Starveling Girl With No Perfume Or Pearls, Only Your Nudity O My Beauty!

The More Delicate And Ambitious The Soul, The Further Do Dreams Estrange It From Possible Things.

All Good And Genuine Draftsmen Draw According To The Picture Inscribed In Their Minds, And Not According To Nature.

As For Techniques And Processes, As Seen In The Works Themselves, Neither Public Nor Artists Will Find Anything About Them Here. Those Things Are Learned In The Studio And The Public Is Interested Only In The Results.