Many Excellent Cooks Are Spoilt By Going

Beware Of Luxury! Beware Of Acquiring The Taste And Need For It, Under The Pretext Of Providing For The Morrow.

For Christ's Sake, Were The Mountains Blue, Then Chuck On Some Blue And Don't Go Telling Me That It Was A Blue A Bit Like This Or Like That, It Was Blue Wasn't It? Good - Make Them Blue And That's Enough!

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.

Having The Certitude Of A Succession Of Days... Equally Free And Beautiful, Peace Descends On Me.

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