My Will Exceeds My Talents.

Youth Must Go Ahead And Prosper. These Young Painters Are All Very Talented People, But They All Paint Frescoes.

A Work Of Art Comes Only From Inside A Human Being.

There Is A Battle That Goes On Between Men And Women. Many People Call It Love.

To Die Is As If One's Eyes Had Been Put Out And One Cannot See Anything Any More. Perhaps It Is Like Being Shut In A Cellar. One Is Abandoned By All. They Have Slammed The Door And Are Gone. One Does Not See Anything And Notices Only The Damp Smell Of Putrefaction.

Photography Is An Art Which Touches And Grips One's Own Heart's Blood.