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

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

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.