Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With

Thanks To Our Cinctures And Corsets We Have Succeeded In Making An Artificial Being Out Of Woman. She Is An Anomaly, And Nature Herself, Obedient To The Laws Of Heredity, Aids Us In Complicating And Enervating Her. We Carefully Keep Her In A State Of Nervous Weakness And Muscular Inferiority, And In Guarding Her From Fatigue, We Take Away From Her Possibilities Of Development. Thus Modeled On A Bizarre Ideal Of Slenderness To Which, Strangely Enough, We Continue To Adhere, Our Women Have Nothing In Common With Us, And This, Perhaps, May Not Be Without Grave Moral And Social Disadvantages.

Oh Mysterious World... I Have Become Better For Having Understood And Having Loved Thy Human Soul - A Flower Which Has Ceased To Bloom And Whose Fragrance No One Henceforth Will Breathe.

A Young Man Who Is Unable To Commit A Folly Is Already An Old Man.

In Order To Produce Something New, You Have To Return To The Original Source, To The Childhood Of Mankind.

A Hint - Don't Paint Too Much Direct From Nature. Art Is An Abstraction! Study Nature Then Brood On It And Treasure The Creation Which Will Result, Which Is The Only Way To Ascend Towards God - To Create Like Our Divine Master.