I Don't Know If I Can Convey

I Don't Know Anything With Certainty, But Seeing The Stars Makes Me Dream.

Whatever Plan One Makes, There Is A Hidden Difficulty Somewhere.

A Woman Is Not Old As Long As She Loves And Is Loved

One Begins By Plaguing Oneself To No Purpose In Order To Be True To Nature, And One Concludes By Working Quietly From One's Own Palette Alone, And Then Nature Is The Result.

Just Dash Something Down If You See A Blank Canvas Staring At You With A Certain Imbecility. You Do Not Know How Paralyzing It Is, That Staring Of A Blank Canvas Which Says To The Painter: You Don't Know Anything.