Now, the value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.
I have pleasures, and passions, but the joy of life is gone. I am going under: the morgue yawns for me. I go and look at my zinc-bed there. After all, I had a wonderful life, which is, I fear, over.
I have a business appointment that I am anxious... to miss.
In its primary aspect, a painting has no more spiritual message than an exquisite fragment of Venetian glass. The channels by which all noble and imaginative work in painting should touch the soul are not those of the truths of lives.
I must confess that most modern mysticism seems to me to be simply a method of imparting useless knowledge in a form that no one can understand.
You must read this letter right through, though each word may become to you as the fire or knife of the surgeon that makes the delicate flesh burn or bleed.