And in a picture I want to say something comforting, as music is comforting.

By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .

Art is but imitation of nature.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

In trees, I see expression and soul

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.