More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

What do the contours of your body mean, laid out like the lines on a hand, so that I no longer see them except as fate?

Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Painting is something that takes place among the colors, and one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themselves. Their intercourse: this is the whole of painting. Whoever meddles, arranges, injects his human deliberation, his wit, his advocacy, his intellectual agility in any way, is already disturbing and clouding their activity.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.