We All Know That A Good Person

Only Love Interests Me, And I Am Only In Contact With Things That Revolve Around Love.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?