Time Will Say Nothing But I Told

The Friends Who Met Here And Embraced Are Gone, Each To His Own Mistake.

To Me Art's Subject Is The Human Clay, / And Landscape But A Background To A Torso; / All Cezanne's Apples I Would Give Away / For One Small Goya Or A Daumier.

Left To Itself The Masculine Imagination Has Very Little Appreciation For The Here And Now; It Prefers To Dwell On What Is Absent, On What Has Been Or May Be. If Men Are More Punctual Than Women, It Is Because They Know That, Without The External Discipline Of Clock Time, They Would Never Get Anything Done.

Of Course,behaviourism 'works'. So Does Torture.

It's Better To Say, 'i'm Suffering,' Than To Say, 'this Landscape Is Ugly.