I Owe You The Truth In Painting,

My Nervous System Is Very Much Weakened - Nothing But Painting In Oil Can Keep Me Going.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.

You Have No Idea How Life-giving It Is To Find Around One A Youth That Agrees Not To Bury One On The Spot.

When I Start Thinking, All Is Lost.

The Truth Is In Nature, And I Shall Prove It.