I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

If I Think, Everything Is Lost.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

To Be Sure An Artist Wishes To Raise His Standard Intellectually As Much As Possible, But The Man Must Remain In Obscurity. Pleasure Must Be Found In The Studying.