When I Eat A Tomato

I Shan't Get Free Of My Emotion By Copying The Tree Faithfully, Or By Drawing Its Leaves One By One In The Common Language, But Only After Identifying Myself With It.

I Have Simply Wished To Assert The Reasoned And Independent Feeling Of My Own Individuality Within A Total Knowledge Of Tradition.

From Bonheur De Vivre - I Was Thirty-five Then - To This Cut-out - I Am Eighty-two - I Have Not Changed; Not In The Way My Friends Mean Who Want To Compliment Me, No Matter What, On My Good Health, But Because All This Time I Have Looked For The Same Things, Which I Have Perhaps Realized By Different Means.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

A Thimbleful Of Red Is Redder Than A Bucketful.