I Am Entering Into The Truth, Into

Wherever I Go I Need A Period Of Incubation So That I May Learn The Essence Of Nature, Which Never Wishes To Be Understood Or Yield Herself.

Why Work? The Gods Are There To Lavish Upon The Faithful The Good Gifts Of Nature.

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.

Art Is Either A Plagiarist Or A Revolutionist.

Many People Say That I Don't Know How To Draw Because I Don't Draw Particular Forms. When Will They Understand That Execution, Drawing And Color (in Other Words, Style) Must Be In Harmony With The Poem?