What A Simple Thing Death Is, Just

Someone Has A Great Fire In His Soul And Nobody Ever Comes To Warm Themselves At It, And Passers-by See Nothing But A Little Smoke At The Top Of The Chimney And Then Go On Their Way.

It Is Good To Love Many Things

Everywhere We Look, Complex Magic Of Nature Blazes Before Our Eyes.

If One Truly Loves Nature One Finds Beauty Everywhere.

What Is Drawing? It Is Working Oneself Through An Invisible Iron Wall That Seems To Stand Between What One Feels And What One Can Do.