All Painting Is An Accident. But It's

I'm Working For Myself; What Else Have I Got To Work For? How Can You Work For An Audience? What Do You Imagine An Audience Would Want? I Have Got Nobody To Excite Except Myself, So I Am Always Surprised If Anyone Likes My Work Sometimes. I Suppose I'm Very Lucky, Of Course, To Be Able To Earn My Living By Something That Really Absorbs Me To Try To Do, If That Is What You Call Luck.

The Man Who Fears No Truths Has Nothing To Fear From Lies.

Silence Is The Sleep That Nourishes Wisdom.

Life Is A Marshmallow, Easy To Chew But Hard To Swallow.

Revenge Is A Kind Of Wild Justice, Which The More A Man's Nature Runs To, The More Ought Law To Weed It Out.