It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening...like a light in the midst of the darkness.
The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.
Do you know that drawing with words is also an art... ?