What Is Real Is Not The External

I Ground Matter To Find The Continuous Line. And When I Realized I Could Not Find It, I Stopped, As If An Unseen Someone Had Slapped My Hands.

What Is Real Is Not The External Form, But The Essence Of Things.

Create Like A God, Command Like A King, Work Like A Slave.

I Refused [to Study Under Rodin] Because Nothing Grows Under Large Trees.

Whoever Does Not Detach Himself From The Ego Never Attains The Absolute And Never Deciphers Life.