All My Compatriots Are Asses

Pure Drawing Is An Abstraction.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

I Have To Keep Working, Not To Arrive At Finish, Which Arouses The Admiration Of Fools... I Must Seek Completion Only For The Pleasure Of Being Truer And More Knowing.

A Thousand Painters Ought To Be Killed Yearly. Say What You Like: I'm Every Inch A Painter.

I Must Be More Sensible And Realize That At My Age, Illusions Are Hardly Permitted And They Will Always Destroy Me.