... life is too short to do the whole.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.

For loneliness, worries, difficulties, the unsatisfied need for kindness and sympathy - that is what is hard to bear.

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

What am I in the eyes of most people - a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person - somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then - even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.