There Are Truths Which One

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.

An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art Any More Than A Plant Can Discuss Horticulture.

In Two Weeks, Despite These Notes, I Shall No Longer Believe In What I Am Experiencing Now. One Must Leave Behind A Trace Of This Journey Which Memory Forgets. One Must, When This Is Impossible, Write Or Draw Without Responding To The Romantic Solicitations Of Pain, Without Enjoying Suffering Like Music, Tieing A Pen To One's Foot If Need Be, Helping The Doctors Who Can Learn Nothing From Laziness.

There's No Such Thing As Love; Only Proof Of Love.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.