A Mountain Seen In The Haze Of

Art Is, After All, Only A Trace – Like A Footprint Which Shows That One Has Walked Bravely And In Great Happiness.

Artists Must Be Men Of Wit, Consciously Or Unconsciously Philosophers; Read, Study And Think A Great Deal Of Life.

We Are Not Here To Do What Has Already Been Done.

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

To Be Free, To Be Happy And To Be Fruitful, Can Only Be Attained Through Sacrifice Of Many Common But Overestimated Things.