If You Can Imagine It...it Is Real

A Painter Is A Man Who Paints What He Sells; An Artist, On The Other Hand, Is A Man Who Sells What He Paints.

We Must Not Discriminate Between Things. Where Things Are Concerned There Are No Class Distinctions. We Must Pick Out What Is Good For Us Where We Can Find It.

Enough Of Art. It's Art That Kills Us. People No Longer Want To Do Painting: They Make Art.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

He Can Who Thinks He Can, And He Can't Who Thinks He Can't. This Is An Inexorable, Indisputable Law.