I have only one eye. Do you want me to look at the road or the at the speedometer.
I have only one eye, I have a right to be blind sometimes... I really do not see the signal!
The finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.
There is no horizon in Toledo. There are too many trees.
I had always planned to make a large painting of the early spring, when the first leaves are at the bottom of the trees, and they seem to float in space in a wonderful way. But the arrival of spring can't be done in one picture.
If you close one eye and imagine a bright light constantly in front of the other eye, your vision is compromised. You can only see about 30 percent of what you should be able to see.
What kind of life a dog . . . acquires. I have sometimes tried to imagine by kneeling or lying full length on the ground and looking up. The world then becomes strangely incomplete; one sees little but legs.
