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Beautiful Colors Exist, Though We Do Not Realize It, And Are Glimpsed Behind The Veil That Modesty Has Drawn Over Them.

Soon I'll Be Old And I've Done Precious Little In This World For Lack Of Time. I Am Always Afraid I'll Become Senile Before I've Finished What I've Undertaken.

I Have Tried To Establish The Right To Dare Everything.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.