“Over the years we become phylosophers and look for calm.
I have several enemies and the most bitter ones, are artists and critics, who call themselves admirers.
But I will keep working, as much as I can, every day more desperate to see that I know nothing.
I erase what I do, because I can’t express what I dream.
The greatest simplicity is to sacrifice much to make live the essential, which should be eternal.
To dare with knowledge.
To conceive and not to give birth.
In brief, the impossible”
C. 1925
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