Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.

Whether he wants it or not, man is the instrument of nature; she imposes on him character and appearance.

For a long time I limited myself to one colour - as a form of discipline.

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he's a painter, or ears if he's a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he's a poet, or even, if he's a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he's at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heart-rending, burning, or happy events in the world.

Youth has no age.

If everybody is looking for it, then nobody is finding it. If we were cultured, we would not be conscious of lacking culture. We would regard it as something natural and would not make so much fuss about it. And if we knew the real value of this word we would be cultured enough not to give it so much importance.

It is a well-known fact that we see the faults in other's works more readily than we do in our own.