It is a pity that$$$ as one gradually gains experience$$$ one loses one's youth.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion$$$ then I go out and paint the stars.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

I am seeking$$$ I am striving$$$ I am in it with all my heart.

I dream my painting and I paint my dream.

However stupid a fool's words may be$$$ they are sometimes enough to confound an intelligent man.

Who can prophesy peace$$$ or vow Futurity for any but armed insects.

I shudder$$$ I see the love$$$ I'm doomed$$$ my heart melts again can't stand not to be in love$$$ can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness$$$ childlike need sweetnesses$$$ thats whats wrong with me.

Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods.