One Does Not Marry Art. One Ravishes

What A Delightful Thing Is The Conversation Of Specialists! One Understands Absolutely Nothing And It's Charming.

There Are Some Women Who Should Barely Be Spoken To; They Should Only Be Caressed.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

Work A Great Deal At Evening Effects, Lamplight, Candlelight, Etc. The Intriguing Thing Is Not To Show The Source Of The Light But The Effect Of The Lighting.

One Must Have A High Opinion Of A Work Of Art - Not The Work One Is Creating At The Moment, But Of That Which One Desires To Achieve One Day. Without This It Is Not Worthwhile Working.