The Sight Of Stars Makes Me Dream.

In Spite Of Everything, I Shall Rise Again

But On The Road That I'm On I Must Continue; If I Do Nothing, If I Don't Study, If I Don't Keep On Trying, Then I'm Lost, Then Woe Betide Me. That's How I See This, To Keep On, Keep On, That's What's Needed.

The Cure For Him Would Be To Take A Good Long Look At Some Potato Plants, Which Have Lately Had Such A Deep And Distinctive Colour And Tone, Instead Of Driving Himself Mad Looking At Pieces Of Yellow Satin And Gold Leather.

Art Is To Console Those Who Are Broken By Life.

God Sends Us Pieces Of Art So That We May See Ourselves In Them