If I Haven't Fought For

The Things One Experiences Alone With Oneself Are Very Much Stronger And Purer.

A Picture Is Nothing But A Bridge Between The Soul Of The Artist And That Of The Spectator.

One Never Paints Violently Enough.

[photography Is] In Some Ways False Just Because It Is So Exact.

The True Wisdom Of The Philosopher Ought To Insist In Enjoying Everything. Yet We Apply Ourselves To Dissecting And Destroying Everything That Is Good In Itself, That Has Virtue, Albeit The Virtue There Is In Mere Illusions. Nature Gives Us This Life Like A Toy To A Weak Child. We Want To See How It All Works; We Break Everything. There Remains In Our Hands, And Before Our Eyes, Stupid And Opened Too Late, The Sterile Wreckage, Fragments That Will Not Again Make A Whole. The Good Is So Simple.