If I Had The Energy,

Everyone Goes To The 'grands-boulevards' (in Paris, Ed.) And Let Himself Loose... ...do Not Picture These In Costume, They Are Not For The Most Part... ...perhaps A Clown With A Big Nose, Or Two Girls With Bare Necks And Short Skirts... ...the Parade Of The Queens Of The Halls (markets) Is Also One Of The Events... ...some Are Pretty But Look Awkward In Their Silk Dresses And Crowns, Particularly As The Broad Sun Displays Their Defects - Perhaps A Neck Too Thin Or A Painted Face Which Shows Ghastley White In The Sunlight.

The Only Quality That Endures In Art Is A Personal Vision Of The World. Methods Are Transient: Personality Is Enduring.

Well, I've Always Been Interested In Approaching A Big City In A Train, And I Can't Exactly Describe The Sensations, But They're Entirely Human And Perhaps Have Nothing To Do With Aesthetics.

In Its Most Limited Sense, Modern, Art Would Seem To Concern Itself Only With The Technical Innovations Of The Period.

Well, I Have A Very Simple Method Of Painting.