Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm

Why Did I Hesitate To Put All This Glory Of The Sun On My Canvas?

How To Re-light The Fire The Very Ashes Of Which Are Scattered?

Perhaps I Have No Talent, But All Vanity Aside - I Do Not Believe That Anyone Makes An Artistic Attempt, No Matter How Small, Without Having A Little - Or There Are Many Fools.

The Critics Can Say Stupid Things And We Can Enjoy Them, If We Have The Legitimate Feeling Of Superiority - The Satisfaction Of A Duty Accomplished.

Under The Continual Contact With The Pebbles My Feet Have Become Hardened And Used To The Ground. My Body, Almost Constantly Nude, No Longer Suffers From The Sun. Civilization Is Falling From Me Little By Little. I Am Beginning To Think Simply, To Feel Only Very Little Hatred For My Neighbor - Rather, To Love Him.