Progress In Art Does Not

To Define A Thing Is To Substitute The Definition For The Thing Itself.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.

One Has To Arrive At A Specific Temperature, At Which The Objects Become Malleable.

Thanks To The Oval I Have Discovered The Meaning Of The Horizontal And The Vertical.

Truth Exists, Only Falsehood Has To Be Invented.