Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language,

Soon I'll Be Old And I've Done Precious Little In This World For Lack Of Time. I Am Always Afraid I'll Become Senile Before I've Finished What I've Undertaken.

In Art One Is Concerned With The Condition Of The Spirit For Three Quarters Of The Time; One Must Therefore Care For Oneself If He Wishes To Make Something Great And Lasting.

Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With The Sun, Radiant Like It.

Oh Mysterious World Of All Light, Thou Hast Made A Light Shine Within Me, And I Have Grown In Admiration Of Thy Antique Beauty, Which Is The Immemorial Youth Of Nature.

Life Is Merely A Fraction Of A Second. An Infinitely Small Amount Of Time To Fulfill Our Desires, Our Dreams, Our Passions.