There Is No Blue Without Yellow And

What A Simple Thing Death Is, Just As Simple As The Falling Of An Autumn Leaf.

In The Fullness Of Artistic Life There Is, And Remains, And Will Always Come Back At Times, That Homesick Longing For The Truly Ideal Life That Can Never Come True.

So Let Us Go Forward Quietly, Each On His Own Path, Forever Making For The Light.

Art Is To Console Those Who Are Broken By Life.

But For One's Health As You Say, It Is Very Necessary To Work In The Garden And See The Flowers Growing.