Why Did I Hesitate To Put All

Whatever May Happen The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow As It Rose To-day, Beneficent And Serene.

With Practice The Craft Will Come Almost Of Itself, In Spite Of You And All The More Easitly If You Think Of Something Besides Technique.

Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With The Sun, Radiant Like It.

Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of Your Soul When You Painted The Picture Which You Are Now Trying To Dispose Of.

Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language, The Language Of Dreams.