It Would Be Asking Too Much To

One Can Do Something If One Can See And Understand It.

The More I Live, The More I Regret How Little I Know

To See We Must Forget The Name Of The Thing We Are Looking At.

I Haven't Many Years Left Ahead Of Me And I Must Devote All My Time To Painting, In The Hope Of Achieving Something Worthwhile In The End, Something If Possible That Will Satisfy Me.

What Is It That's Taken Hold Of Me, For Me To Carry On Like This In Relentless Pursuit Of Something Beyond My Powers?