In One Creative Thought A Thousand Forgotten

Painting Is Something That Takes Place Among The Colors.

One Had To Take Some Action Against Fear When Once It Laid Hold Of One.

No Great Art Has Ever Been Made Without The Artist Having Known Danger.

Spring Has Again Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Many Poems. Many, O So Many. For The Hardship Of Such Long Learning She Receives The Prize. Strict Was Her Teacher. The White In The Old Man's Beard Pleases Us. Now, What To Call Green, To Call Blue, We Dare To Ask: She Knows, She Knows!

That Is Longing: To Dwell In The Flux Of Things, To Have No Home In The Present. And These Are Wishes: Gentle Dialogues Of The Poor Hours With Eternity.