I Believe That If One

Travel Makes One Modest. You See What A Tiny Place You Occupy In The World.

My Foregrounds Are Imaginary, My Backgrounds Real.

Do Not Read, As Children Do, To Amuse Yourself, Or Like The Ambitious, For The Purpose Of Instruction. No, Read In Order To Live.

If You Participate In Life, You Don’t See It Clearly: You Suffer From It Too Much Or Enjoy It Too Much. The Artist, To My Way Of Thinking, Is A Monstrosity, Something Outside Nature. All The Misfortunes Providence Inflicts On Him Come From His Stubborness In Denying That Maxim.

The Public Wants Work Which Flatters Its Illusions.