Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.

Color Is The Fruit Of Life.

Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer.

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.

I Hate Artists Who Are Not Of Their Time.