One Must Be A Living Man And

The Ability To Laugh Heartily Is The Sign Of A Healthy Soul.

The Runner Stopped Dead, Lost His Balance, Froze In One Of Those Violent Attitudes In Which The Photographers Petrify Living Reality.

The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.

The Course Of A River Is Almost Always Disapproved Of By The Source.

What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate. It Is You.