What I Am After, Above

Exactitude Is Not Truth. [fr., L'exactitude N'est Pas La Verite.]

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

Fit The Parts Together, One Into The Other, And Build Your Figure Like A Carpenter Builds A House. Everything Must Be Constructed, Composed Of Parts That Make A Whole.

For My Part I Have Never Avoided The Influence Of Others. I Would Have Considered It Cowardice And A Lack Of Sincerity Toward Myself.

Truly, I'm Not Joking When I Thank My Lucky Stars For The Awful Operation I Had, Since It Has Made Me Young Again And Philosophical Which Means That I Don't Want To Fritter Away The New Lease On Life I've Been Given.