I Began To Understand My Sensations, To

I Began To Understand My Sensations, To Know What I Wanted, At Around The Age Of Forty - But Only Vaguely.

Everything Is Beautiful, All That Matters Is To Be Able To Interpret.

At Times I Come Across Works Of Mine Which Are Soundly Done And Really In My Style, And At Such Moments I Find Great Solace.

One Can Do Such Lovely Things With So Little. Subjects That Are Too Beautiful End By Appearing Theatrical.

Blessed Are They Who See Beautiful Things In Humble Places Where Other People See Nothing.