Art Is A Jealous Thing; It Requires

I Am Still Learning. (at Age 87)

I Was Never The Kind Of Painter Or Sculptor Who Kept A Shop.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.