Beautiful Colors Exist, Though We Do Not

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

Perhaps I Have No Talent, But All Vanity Aside - I Do Not Believe That Anyone Makes An Artistic Attempt, No Matter How Small, Without Having A Little - Or There Are Many Fools.

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will. Virtue, Good, Evil Are Nothing But Words, Unless One Takes Them Apart In Order To Build Something With Them; They Do Not Win Their True Meaning Until One Knows How To Apply Them.

The Public Wants To Understand And Learn In A Single Day, A Single Minute, What The Artist Has Spent Years Learning.

Do You Know What Will Soon Be The Ultimate In Truth?