No Painting Is More Replete

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

I Am Such A Good Man, At Bottom, Such A Good Man, How Is It That Nobody Ever Noticed It?

Memories Are Killing. So You Must Not Think Of Certain Things, Of Those That Are Dear To You, Or Rather You Must Think Of Them, For If You Don’t There Is The Danger Of Finding Them, In Your Mind, Little By Little.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.