If You See A Tree As Blue,

A Critic In My House Sees Some Paintings. Greatly Perturbed, He Asks For My Drawings. My Drawings? Never! They Are My Letters, My Secrets.

Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

Go On Working, Freely And Furiously, You Will Make Progress And Sooner Or Later Your Worth Will Be Recognised, If You Have Any.

Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language, The Language Of Dreams.

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will.