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What Is Truth? Said Jesting Pilate; And Would Not Stay For An Answer.

The Man Who Fears No Truths Has Nothing To Fear From Lies.

My Painting Is Not Violent, It's Life That Is Violent. Even Within The Most Beautiful Landscape, In The Trees, Under The Leaves, The Insects Are Eating Each Other; Violence Is A Part Of Life. We Are Born With A Scream; We Come Into Life With A Scream And Maybe Love Is A Mosquito Net Between The Fear Of Living And The Fear Of Death.

Of All The Things In Nature, The Formation And Endowment Of Man Was Singled Out By The Ancients.

People Prefer To Believe What They Want To Be True.