Life Being What It Is, One Dreams

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will.

It Was So Simple To Paint Things As I Saw Them; To Put Without Special Calculation A Red Close To A Blue.

I Shut My Eyes In Order To See.

Wherever I Go I Need A Period Of Incubation So That I May Learn The Essence Of Nature, Which Never Wishes To Be Understood Or Yield Herself.

One's State Of Mind Is Three-quarters Of What Counts, So It Has To Be Carefully Nurtured If You Want To Do Something Great And Lasting.