If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

Whatever plan one makes, there is a hidden difficulty somewhere.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have lived whatever way I could, for better or for worse, taking things just as they came.

If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.