I wish they would take me as I am.
If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends.
To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!
The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colours more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.