It Seems To Me It's A Painter's

I Try More And More To Be Myself, Caring Relatively Little Whether People Approve Or Disapprove.

The Uglier, Older, Meaner, Iller, Poorer I Get, The More I Wish To Take My Revenge By Doing Brilliant Color, Well Arranged, Resplendent.

Even The Knowledge Of My Own Fallibility Cannot Keep Me From Making Mistakes. Only When I Fall Do I Get Up Again.

Success Is Sometimes The Outcome Of A Whole String Of Failures.

There Is Peace Even In The Storm