Do Not Become The Slave Of Your

Everyone Who Works With Love And With Intelligence Finds In The Very Sincerity Of His Love For Nature And Art A Kind Of Armor Against The Opinions Of Other People.

Still, There Is A Calm, Pure Harmony, And Music Inside Of Me.

One Must Spoil As Many Canvases As One Succeeds With.

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.

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