And Painted Portraits Have A Life Of

Since Visiting The Abatoirs Of S. France I Have Stopped Eating Meat.

Even This Artistic Life, Which We Know Is Not Real Life, Appears To Me To Be So Alive And So Vital That It Would Be A Form Ingratitude Not To Be Content With It.

Perhaps Someday Everyone Will Have Neurosis.

Seeing That I Am So Busily Occupied With Myself Just Now, I Want To Try To Paint My Self-portrait In Writing.

One Can Speak Poetry Just By Arranging Colors Well, Just As One Can Say Comforting Things In Music.