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By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

A Time Will Come When People Will Think I Am A Myth, Or Rather Something The Newspapers Have Made Up.

Art Is Either Revolution Or Plagiarism

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm And Peace Of The Soul.