I don’t believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.
What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
We must not discriminate between things. Where things are concerned there are no class distinctions. We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.