I Did Not Use Paint, I Made

Work Means So Many Things! So Many! Among Other Things, Work Also Means Freedom. ... Without It Even The Miracle Of Love Is Only A Cruel Deception.

Interpretation Is The Evidence Of Growth And Knowledge, The Latter Through Sorrow ? That Great Teacher.

... Does It Seem To You That It Is Possible To Speak Of Art? It Would Be The Same As Explaining Love!

When We Grow Old, There Can Only Be One Regret - Not To Have Given Enough Of Ourselves.

I Use Everything That I Pick Up In My Memory, And Everything That Vibrates In My Soul.