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The Work Of A Man Is The Explanation Of The Man.

With Practice The Craft Will Come Almost Of Itself, In Spite Of You And All The More Easitly If You Think Of Something Besides Technique.

I Am A Great Artist And I Know It, It Is Because I Am That I Have Been Able To Endure So Much Suffering.

Follow The Masters! But Why Should One Follow Them? The Only Reason They Are Masters Is That They Didn't Follow Anybody!

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.