And I Would Often Wake Up At

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

Oil-painting Is A Developed Technique. Why Go Backwards?

My Breakthrough Came Very Late In Life, Really Only Starting When I Was 50...i Had The Strength For New Deeds And Ideas.

Your Face Encompasses The Beauty Of The Whole Earth. Your Lips, As Red As Ripening Fruit, Gently Part As If In Pain. It Is The Smile Of A Corpse. Now The Hand Of Death Touches Life. The Chain Is Forged That Links The Thousand Families That Are Dead To The Thousand Generations To Come.

I Felt As If There Were Invisible Threads Connecting Us - I Felt The Invisible Strands Of Her Hair Still Winding Around Me - And Thus As She Disappeared Completely Beyond The Sea - I Still Felt It, Felt The Pain Where My Heart Was Bleeding - Because The Threads Could Not Be Severed.