Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.
We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.
Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.
There is no such thing as an ugly woman.
I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.
For loneliness, worries, difficulties, the unsatisfied need for kindness and sympathy - that is what is hard to bear.