Paint what you like and die happy

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

A new world is not made simply by trying to forget the old. A new world is made with a new spirit, with new values. Our world may have begun that way, but today it is caricature. Our world is a world of things. What we dread most, in the face of the impending debacle, is that we shall be obliged to give up our gewgaws, our gadgets, all the little comforts that have made us so uncomfortable. We are not peaceful souls; we are smug, timid, queasy and quaky.

Work on one thing at a time until finished.

Perhaps I have not lined his portrait too clearly. But if he exists, if only for the reason that I have imagined him to be. He came from the blue and returns to the blue. He has not perished, he is not lost. Neither will he be forgotten.