So Take Care Of Your

There Is No Greater Harm Than That Of Time Wasted.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?

One Paints With One's Head, Not One's Hand.

If We Have Been Pleased With Life, We Should Not Be Displeased With Death, Since It Comes From The Hand Of The Same Master.

Poets And Painters Have The Power To Dare, I Mean To Dare To Do Whatever They May Approve Of.