All The Joys - Animal And Human

I Am A Great Artist And I Know It. It's Because Of What I Am That I Have Endured So Much Suffering, So As To Pursue My Vocation, Otherwise I Would Consider Myself A Rogue - Which Is What Many People Think I Am, For That Matter.

Do Not Copy Nature. Art Is An Abstraction. Rather, Bring Your Art Forth By Dreaming In Front Of Her And Think More Of Creation.

The Missionary Is No Longer A Man, A Conscience. He Is A Corpse, In The Hands Of A Confraternity, Without Family, Without Love, Without Any Of The Sentiments That Are Dear To Us. Emasculated, In A Sense, By His Vow Of Chastity, He Offers Us The Distressing Spectacle Of A Man Deformed And Impotent Or Engaged In A Stupid And Useless Struggle With The Sacred Needs Of The Flesh, A Struggle Which, Seven Times Out Of Ten, Leads Him To Sodomy, The Gallows, Or Prison.

Wherever I Go I Need A Period Of Incubation So That I May Learn The Essence Of Nature, Which Never Wishes To Be Understood Or Yield Herself.

Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With The Sun, Radiant Like It.