Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied

If All Life Moves Inevitably Towards Its End, Then We Must, During Our Own, Colour It With Our Colours Of Love And Hope.

In My Youth, Poverty Enriched Me, But Now I Can Afford Wealth.

Mine Alone Is The Country Of My Soul.

We All Know That A Good Person Can Be A Bad Artist.but No One Will Ever Be A Genuine Artist Unless He Is A Great Human Being And Thus Also A Good One.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?