My Age And Health Will Never Allow

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

With A Painter's Temperament, All That's Needed Are The Means Of Expression Sufficient To Be Intelligible To The Wide Public.

There Is No Light Painting Or Dark Painting, But Simply Relations Of Tones.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

Pure Drawing Is An Abstraction.