Since Visiting The Abatoirs Of S. France

It Is The Language Of Nature To Which One Has To Listen.

It Is The Painting That Makes Me So Happy These Days.

I Am Not An Adventurer By Choice But By Fate.

One May Have A Blazing Hearth In One's Soul And Yet No One Ever Came To Sit By It. Passers-by See Only A Wisp Of Smoke From The Chimney And Continue On Their Way.

I Never Get Tired Of The Blue Sky.