There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.

Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.

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 . . . .