The Greater Danger For Most Of Us

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?

Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

An Artist Must Have His Measuring Tools Not In The Hand, But In The Eye.

I Cannot Live Under Pressures From Patrons, Let Alone Paint.