Purity Of Soul And Impurity Of Body

If One Were To Say But Few Words, Though Ones With Meaning, One Would Do Better Than To Say Many That Were Only Empty Sounds, And Just As Easy To Utter As They Were Of Little Use.

Just Dash Something Down If You See A Blank Canvas Staring At You With A Certain Imbecility. You Do Not Know How Paralyzing It Is, That Staring Of A Blank Canvas Which Says To The Painter: You Don't Know Anything.

It Is The Language Of Nature To Which One Has To Listen.

Art Is But Imitation Of Nature.

Someday Death Will Take Us To Another Star.