The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.

Author: Emile Zola

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

If you shut up truth and bury it underground it will but grow.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life struggle intensity.

I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.