A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract

We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We Must Be The Guardians Of That Angel.

And Now I Have To Confess The Unpardonable And The Scandalous. I Am A Happy Man. And I Am Going To Tell You The Secret Of My Happiness. It Is Quite Simple. I Love Mankind. I Love Love. I Hate Hate. I Try To Understand And Accept.

Do Not Take Up Cause Against The Inaccuracies Printed About You. They Are Your Protection.

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.

The Speed Of A Runaway Horse Counts For Nothing.