Our Inventions Mirror Our Secret

Sorrow Is Implicit In Love As Gravitation Is Implicit In Mass.

Of Women, The Most We Can Say, Not Being Frenchmen, Is That They Are Burrowing Animals.

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.

An Idea Is Like A Rare Bird Which Cannot Be Seen. What One Sees Is The Trembling Of The Branch It Has Just Left.

The Heaviest Impact Of The Work Of Art Is In The Guts. Art Does Not Reason. It Manhandles You And Changes You.