A vocation is the backbone of life.

Like tourists huffing and puffing to reach the peak we forget the view on the way up.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

Without passions you have no experience whatever.

Living in a constant chase after gain compels people to expend their spirit to the point of exhaustion.

Those who are devoid of purpose will make the void their purpose.

Completely true to nature!' - what a lie: / How could nature ever be constrained into a picture? / The smallest bit of nature is infinite! / And so he paints what he likes about it. / And what does he like? He likes what he can paint!