It's sometimes quite astonishing that a single, average life is enough to encompass so much that it's at all possible ever to have any success in one's work here.
It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.
There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
Picasso only registers the deformities which have not yet penetrated our consciousness. Art is a mirror which goes 'fast' like a watch - sometimes.