Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

Surely the true path is to dive deep into nature.

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 . . . .

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

For me work is an absolute necessity, indeed I can't really drag it out, I take no more pleasure in anything than in work, that's to say, pleasure in other things stops immediately and I become melancholy if I can't get on with the work.

It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.