Only when I fall do I get up again.
No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.
It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.
Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.