It Is A Pity That, As One

I Sometimes Think There Is Nothing So Delightful As Drawing.

I Work As Diligently On My Canvases As The Laborers Do In Their Fields.

The Laws Of The Colors Are Unutterably Beautiful, Just Because They Are Not Accidental.

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.

Great Things Do Not Just Happen By Impulse, But As A Succession Of Small Things Linked Together.