I Think All Sorrows Can

The Cure For Anything Is Salt Water: Sweat, Tears Or The Sea.

Here And There, In Some Older Houses, Old Faded Daguerreotypes Still Hang On The Walls... They Seem To Us To Be Very Simple... Compared With The Artistic And Skillful Portraits Made In Later Days... Here Was A Photograph That At One Time Had Been The Last Word, A Very Modern Portrait... Today It Is Just A Part Of Cultural History. The Small Yellowed Surface Has Acquired Depth, An Admonishing Perspective. We Hold In Our Hand A Symbol Of The Structure And Ideology Of An Epoch.

Truth Is For Tailors And Shoemakers. I, On The Contrary, Have Always Held That The Lord Has A Penchant For Masquerades.

Through All The World There Goes One Long Cry From The Heart Of The Artist: Give Me A Chance To Do My Best.

I Will Not Let Thee Go, Except Thou Bless Me.