To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world$$$ not even our troubles.

I have always painted pictures where human love floods my colors.

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.

Every noble work is at first impossible.

It is the heart always that sees$$$ before the head can see.

There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.

The best way to help mankind is through the perfection of yourself.