Reality Is To Be Found In Lightness

We Artists Are Indestructible; Even In A Prison, Or In A Concentration Camp, I Would Be Almighty In My Own World Of Art, Even If I Had To Paint My Pictures With My Wet Tongue On The Dusty Floor Of My Cell.

One Starts To Get Young At The Age Of Sixty And Then It Is Too Late.

Youth Has No Age.

We Can See The Light But We Are Still Inside The Tunnel, ... We Have Not Been Able To Get To All The Communities.

Often While Reading A Book One Feels That The Author Wouold Heave Preferred To Paint Rather Than To Wirte; One Can Sense The Pleasure He Derives From Describing A Landscape Or A Person, As If He Were Painting What He Is Saying, Because Deep In His Heart He Would Have Preferred To Use Brushes And Colors.