Nature Is Not Only All That Is

Your Face Encompasses The Beauty Of The Whole Earth. Your Lips, As Red As Ripening Fruit, Gently Part As If In Pain. It Is The Smile Of A Corpse. Now The Hand Of Death Touches Life. The Chain Is Forged That Links The Thousand Families That Are Dead To The Thousand Generations To Come.

There Is A Battle That Goes On Between Men And Women. Many People Call It Love.

Anybody Who Perceives Colors Can Become A Painter. It's Simply A Question Of Whether Or Not One Has Felt Anything And Whether One Has The Courage To Recount The Things One Has Felt.

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

My Breakthrough Came Very Late In Life, Really Only Starting When I Was 50...i Had The Strength For New Deeds And Ideas.