If One Truly Loves Nature One Finds

In Spite Of Everything, I Shall Rise Again

Occasionally, In Times Of Worry, I've Longed To Be Stylish, But On Second Thought I Say No-just Let Me Be Myself-and Express Rough, Yet True Things With Rough Workmanship.

I Will Not Live Without Love.

If One Were To Say But Few Words, Though Ones With Meaning, One Would Do Better Than To Say Many That Were Only Empty Sounds, And Just As Easy To Utter As They Were Of Little Use.

The Painter Of The Future Will Be A Colorist Unlike Anything Yet.