I Advance All Of My

Here, On The River's Verge, I Could Be Busy For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Leaning A Little More To Right Or Left.

A Work Of Art Which Did Not Begin In Emotion Is Not Art.

The Day Is Coming When A Single Carrot, Freshly Observed, Will Set Off A Revolution.

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.

One Is Neither Too Scrupulous Nor Too Sincere Nor Too Submissive To Nature; But One Is More Or Less Master Of One's Model, And, Above All, Of The Means Of Expression.