In Love, The One Who Runs Away

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

You Study, You Learn, But You Guard The Original Naivete. It Has To Be Within You, As Desire For Drink Is Within The Drunkard Or Love Is Within The Lover.

I'm Growing Old, I Delight In The Past.

Derive Happiness In Oneself From A Good Day's Work, From Illuminating The Fog That Surrounds Us.

You Want To Paint? First Of All You Must Cut Off Your Tongue Because Your Decision Takes Away From You The Right To Express Yourself With Anything But Your Brush.