If You Think Of A School Drawing

Today Must Not Be A Souvenir Of Yesterday, And So The Struggle Is Everlasting. Who Am I Today? What Do I See Today? How Shall I Use What I Know, And How Shall I Avoid Being Victim Of What I Know? Life Is Not Repetition.

Art When Really Understood Is The Province Of Every Human Being. It Is Simply A Question Of Doing Things, Anything, Well. It Is Not An Outside, Extra Thing.

There Are Mighty Few People Who Think What They Think They Think.

Because We Are Saturated With Life, Because We Are Human, Our Strongest Motive Is Life, Humanity; And The Stronger The Motive Back Of The Line The Stronger, And Therefore More Beautiful, The Line Will Be.

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.