The Critics Can Say Stupid Things And

What Still Concerns Me The Most Is: Am I On The Right Track, Am I Making Progress, Am I Making Mistakes In Art?

In Art There Are Only Two Types Of People: Revolutionaries And Plagiarists

In Europe Men And Women Have Intercourse Because They Love Each Other. In The South Seas They Love Each Other Because They Have Had Intercourse. Who Is Right?

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

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