There is peace even in the storm

How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

But you people do not understand me, and I am afraid you never will.

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.