My Age And Health Will Never Allow

Long Live The Sun Which Gives Us Such Beautiful Color.

The Clear French Landscape Is As Pure As A Verse Of Racine.

Time And Reflection Change The Sight Little By Little 'till We Come To Understand.

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

I Am A Pupil Of Pissarro.