Color! What A Deep And

In Order To Produce Something New, You Have To Return To The Original Source, To The Childhood Of Mankind.

Do You Know What Will Soon Be The Ultimate In Truth?

Under The Continual Contact With The Pebbles My Feet Have Become Hardened And Used To The Ground. My Body, Almost Constantly Nude, No Longer Suffers From The Sun. Civilization Is Falling From Me Little By Little. I Am Beginning To Think Simply, To Feel Only Very Little Hatred For My Neighbor - Rather, To Love Him.

A Young Man Who Is Unable To Commit A Folly Is Already An Old Man.

It Was So Simple To Paint Things As I Saw Them; To Put Without Special Calculation A Red Close To A Blue.