Do Not Be Troubled For A Language,

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

Not Only Can Color, Which Is Under Fixed Laws, Be Taught Like Music, But It Is Easier To Learn Than Drawing, Whose Elaborate Principles Cannot Be Taught.

The Secret Of Not Having Worries, For Me At Least, Is To Have Ideas.

If One Considered Life As A Simple Loan, One Would Perhaps Be Less Exacting. We Possess Actually Nothing; Everything Goes Through Us.

Do Not Be Troubled For A Language, Cultivate Your Soul And She Will Show Herself.