Genius Is The Ability To Renew One's

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

Everything In Nature Takes Its Form From The Sphere, The Cone And The Cylinder.

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.

Painting From Nature Is Not Copying The Object; It Is Realizing One's Sensations.

I Have Not Tried To Reproduce Nature; I Have Represented It.