Good Morning, on July 7 My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all- Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever Thine Ever Mine Ever Yours

Strange, I feel as if up to now I had written no more than a few notes.

How glad I am to be able to roam in the wood and thicket, among trees and flowers and rocks ... in the country, every tree seems to speak to me, saying, "Holy! Holy", in the woods, there is enchantment which expresses all things.

Do you think I give a damn about your and your pathetic violin?

One must not hold one's self so divine as to be unwilling occasionally to make improvements in one's creations.

Art always demands of us something new.

My heart is full of many things there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all.