Man Does Not Fear Death,

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

Not Surprisingly, Because Too Much Attention To One Object Leads To Distraction, This One Object Conceals Everything Else, And When We Focus On One Point On The Map We Know That All Other Points Are Eluding Us.

To Contradict, Even In Little Matters, Is The Supreme Necessity Of Art Today.

When One Does Not Have What One Wants, One Must Want What One Has”: “i Have Had, You See, To Resort More And More To Very Small, Almost Invisible Pleasures, Little Extras. You've No Idea How Great One Becomes With These Little Details, It's Incredible How One Grows.

If He [the Artist] Were To Take Up The Pen It Would Be...to Better Express His Individuality And Explain It To Others; Or Else To Put His Internal Affairs In Order...to Deepen And Sharpen His Relationship With His Fellow Men Because Other Souls Exert An Immense And Creative Influence On Our Soul; Or To Try To Fight For A World As He Would Like It To Be, For A World That Is Indispensable To His Life.