The Eyes Are Hammers.

With Cold Eyes And Indifferent Mind The Spectators Regard The Work. Connoissers Admire The "skill" (as One Admires A Tightrope Walker), Enjoy The "quality Of Painting" (as One Enjoys A Pasty). But Hungry Souls Go Hungry Away. The Vulgar Herd Stroll Through The Rooms And Pronounce The Pictures "nice" Or "splendid." Those Who Could Speak Have Said Nothing, Those Who Could Hear Have Heard Nothing.

Music Is The Ultimate Teacher.

The Sensations Of Colors On The Palette Can Be Spiritual Experiences.

The Force That Propels The Human Spirit On The Clear Way Forward And Upward Is The Abstract Spirit.

The Organic Laws Of Construction Tangled Me In My Desires, And Only With Great Pain, Effort, And Struggle Did I Break Through These 'walls Around Art.