If One Considered Life As

I Believe It Safe To Say That All Progress Must Lead, Not To Further Progress, But Finally To The Negation Of Progress, A Return To The Point Of Departure.

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

Do Not Be Troubled For A Language, Cultivate Your Soul And She Will Show Herself.

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.

Experience Alone Can Give, Even To The Greatest Talent, That Confidence In Having Done All That Could Be Done.