To Love A Painting Is To Feel

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

The Great Mystery Is Not That We Should Have Been Thrown Down Here At Random Between The Profusion Of Matter And That Of The Stars; It Is That From Our Very Prison We Should Draw, From Our Own Selves, Images Powerful Enough To Deny Our Own Nothingness.

The Truth Of A Man Is First And Foremost What He Hides.

To Command Is To Serve, Nothing More And Nothing Less.

I Don't Argue With My Enemies; I Explain To Their Children.