For The Great Doesn't Happen Through Impulse

A Weaver Who Has To Direct And To Interweave A Great Many Little Threads Has No Time To Philosophize About It, But Rather He Is So Absorbed In His Work That He Doesn't Think But Acts, And He Feels How Things Must Go More Than He Can Explain It.

The Only Thing To Do Is To Go One's Own Way, To Try One's Best, To Make The Thing Live.

If The Storm Within Gets Too Loud, I Take A Glass Too Much To Stun Myself.

Ideas For Work Are Coming To Me In Abundance...i'm Going Like A Painting-locomotive.

One Must Spoil As Many Canvases As One Succeeds With.