The Public Only Takes Up

Vivre Est Une Chute Horizontale. Life Is A Horizontal Fall.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

Art Produces Ugly Things Which Frequently Become Beautiful With Time.

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.