There Are Colors Which Cause Each Other

We Are Having Wind And Rain Here, And I Am Very Glad Not To Be Alone. I Work From Memory On Bad Days, And That Would Not Do If I Were Alone.

In General, And Most Especially With Artists, I Pay As Much Attention To The Man Who Does The Work, As To The Work Itself.

What A Simple Thing Death Is, Just As Simple As The Falling Of An Autumn Leaf.

The Cypresses Are Always Occupying My Thoughts.

A Woman Is Not Old As Long As She Loves And Is Loved