It Is Well For Young Men To

The Flat Sound Of My Wooden Clogs On The Cobblestones, Deep, Hollow And Powerful, Is The Note I Seek In My Painting.

Soon I'll Be Old And I've Done Precious Little In This World For Lack Of Time. I Am Always Afraid I'll Become Senile Before I've Finished What I've Undertaken.

Whatever May Happen The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow As It Rose To-day, Beneficent And Serene.

I Am Entering Into The Truth, Into Nature.

Take Care Not To Step On The Foot Of A Learned Idiot. His Bite Is Incurable.