States, As Great Engines, Move Slowly.

It Was A High Speech Of Seneca That "the Good Things Which Belong To Prosperity Are To Be Wished, But The Good Things That Belong To Adversity Are To Be Admired."

The Breath Of Flowers Is Far Sweeter In The Air Than In The Hand.

Those That Want Friends To Open Themselves Unto Are Cannibals Of Their Own Hearts.

My Painting Is Not Violent, It's Life That Is Violent. Even Within The Most Beautiful Landscape, In The Trees, Under The Leaves, The Insects Are Eating Each Other; Violence Is A Part Of Life. We Are Born With A Scream; We Come Into Life With A Scream And Maybe Love Is A Mosquito Net Between The Fear Of Living And The Fear Of Death.

The Fortune Which Nobody Sees Makes A Person Happy And Unenvied.