One Must Learn To Read, Just As

Life Is Not Long For Anybody, And The Problem Is Only To Make Something Of It.

Though I Am Often In The Depths Of Misery, There Is Still Calmness, Pure Harmony And Music Inside Me.

Modern Reality Has Got Such A Hold On Us That... When We Attempt To Reconstruct The Ancient Days In Our Thoughts...the Minor Events Of Our Lives Tear Us Away From Our Meditations, And... Thrust Us Back Into Our Personal [problems]

I Have Played Hell Somewhat With The Truthfulness Of The Colours.

I Dream Of Painting And Then I Paint My Dream.