I Live In Company With A Body,

I Live In Company With A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal. He It Is Who Notes That Individuality Which Is The Seal Of The Weakness Of Our Race. My Soul Has Wings, But The Brutal Jailer Is Strict.

God Is That Inner Presence Which Makes Us Admire The Beautiful And Consoles Us For Not Sharing The Happiness Of The Wicked.

One Never Paints Violently Enough.

The Artist Who Aims At Perfection In Everything Achieves It In Nothing.

Give Me Some Mud, And I Will Paint You A Woman's Flesh.