My Mirror Probes Down To The Heart.

The Worst State Of Affairs Is When Science Begins To Concern Itself With Art.

I Want To Be As Though Newborn. To Be Almost Primitive.

Color Has Got Me. I No Longer Need To Chase After It. It Has Got Me For Ever. I Know It. That Is The Meaning Of This Happy Hour.

Beauty Is As Relative As Light And Dark. Thus, There Exists No Beautiful Woman, None At All, Because You Are Never Certain That A Still Far More Beautiful Woman Will Not Appear And Completely Shame The Supposed Beauty Of The First.

Art Doesn't Reflect What We See; It Makes Us See.