I Look Back On My Life Like

If You Know Somethin' Well, You Can Always Paint It But People Would Be Better Off Buyin' Chickens.

I Look Out The Window Sometimes To Seek The Color Of The Shadows And The Different Greens In The Trees, But When I Get Ready To Paint I Just Close My Eyes And Imagine A Scene.

Life Is What You Make It.

I Have Written My Life In Small Sketches, A Little Today, A Little Yesterday... I Look Back On My Life As A Good Day's Work, It Was Done And I Feel Satisfied With It. I Made The Best Out Of What Life Offered.

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.