Boast Is Always A Cry Of Despair,

The Average European Does Not Seem To Feel Free Until He Succeeds In Enslaving And Oppressing Others.

Not What Man Knows But What Man Feels, Concerns Art. All Else Is Science.

I Wonder Whether Art Has A Higher Function Than To Make Me Feel, Appreciate, And Enjoy Natural Objects For Their Art Value?

I Walk In The Garden, I Look At The Flowers And Shrubs And Trees And Discover In Them An Exquisiteness Of Contour, A Vitality Of Edge, Or A Vigour Of Spring, As Well As An Infinite Variety Of Colour That No Artefact I Have Seen In The Last Sixty Years Can Rival...each Day, As I Look, I Wonder Where My Eyes Were Yesterday.

Psychoanalysts Are Not Occupied With The Minds Of Their Patients; They Do Not Believe In The Mind But In A Cerebral Intestine.