When The Creations Of A

The Sole Difference Between Myself And A Madman Is The Fact That I Am Not Mad.

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

The Terrifying And Edible Beauty Of Art Nouveau Architecture.

God Invented Man, And Man Invented The Metric System.

The True Painter Must Be Able, With The Most Usual Things, To Have The Most Unusual Ideas.