A Great Artist Is Never Poor.

What Is It Which Is Bought Dearly, Offered For Nothing, And Then Most Often Refused?--experience, Old People's Experience.

A Visitor Is A Friend, He Brings News, Good Or Bad, Which Is Bread To The Hungry Minds In Lonely Places. A Real Friend Who Comes To The House Is A Heavenly Messenger, Who Brings The Panis Angelorum.

I Do Not Know If You Remember The Tale Of The Girl Who Saves The Ship Under Mutiny By Sitting On The Powder Barrel With Her Lighted Torch... And All The Time Knowing That It Is Empty? This Has Seemed To Me A Charming Image Of The Women Of My Time. There They Were, Keeping The World In Order... By Sitting On The Mystery Of Life, And Knowing Themselves That There Was No Mystery.

If There Were One More Thing I Could Do, It Would Be To Go On Safari Once Again.

Through All The World There Goes One Long Cry From The Heart Of The Artist: Give Me A Chance To Do My Best.