My Eyes Close And Uncomprehendingly See The

Color Which, Like Music, Is A Matter Of Vibrations, Reaches What Is Most General And Therefore Most Indefinable In Nature: Its Inner Power.

Art Is Either A Plagiarist Or A Revolutionist.

There Are Noble Tones, Ordinary Ones, Tranquil Harmonies, Consoling Ones, Others Which Excite By Their Vigour.

Go On Working, Freely And Furiously, You Will Make Progress And Sooner Or Later Your Worth Will Be Recognised, If You Have Any.

If Instead Of A Figure You Put The Shadow Only Of A Person, You Have Found An Original Starting Point, That Strangeness Of Which You Have Calculated.