Have you not heard that being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening, like a tree which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come? It does come. Be that as it may, it comes just to the individuals who are quiet, who are there as though forever lay before them, so unconcernedly quiet and tremendous. I learn it each day of my life, learn it with the torment I am thankful for: tolerance is everything! That’s it!!!