I'll Start With Small Things.

I Work As Diligently On My Canvases As The Laborers Do In Their Fields.

Though I Am Often In The Depths Of Misery, There Is Still Calmness, Pure Harmony And Music Inside Me.

Admire As Much As You Can. Most People Do Not Admire Enough.

The Wheat Field Has ...poetry; It Is Like A Memory Of Something One Has Once Seen. We Can Only Make Our Pictures Speak.

What Molting Time Is To Birds, So Adversity Or Misfortune Is ... For Us Humans.