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The Stabbing Horror Of Life Is Not Contained In Calamities And Disasters, Because These Things Wake One Up And One Gets Very Familiar And Intimate With Them And Finally They Become Tame Again. No, It Is More Like Being In A Hotel Room In Hoboken Let Us Say, And Just Enough Money In One's Pocket For Another Meal.

An Artist Is Always Alone - If He Is An Artist. No, What The Artist Needs Is Loneliness.

The World Dies Over And Over Again, But The Skeleton Always Gets Up And Walks.

To Paint Is To Love Again, And To Love Is To Live Life To The Fullest.

Every Day The Choice Is Presented To Us, To Live Up To The Spirit That Is In Us, Or Deny It.