I Try More And More To Be

I Have A Firm Faith In Art, A Firm Confidence In Its Being A Powerful Stream Which Carries A Man To A Harbor, Though He Himself Must Do His Bit Too.

Do You Know What Makes The Prison Disappear? Every Deep, Genuine Affection. Being Friends, Being Brothers, Loving, That Is What Opens The Prison, With Supreme Power, By Some Magic Force. Without These One Stays Dead. But Whenever Affection Is Revived, There Life Revives.

The More I Become Decomposed, The More Sick And Fragile I Am, The More I Become An Artist.

What A Simple Thing Death Is, Just As Simple As The Falling Of An Autumn Leaf.

It Is Difficult To Know Oneself, But It Isn't Easy To Paint Oneself Either.