It Was So Simple To

Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language, The Language Of Dreams.

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

Civilization Is Paralysis.

Art = A Mad Search For Individualism.

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