I felt my energy return and that I said to myself, in any event I'll recover from it, I'll pick up my pencil that I put down in my great discouragement and I'll get back to drawing, and from then on, it seems to me, everything has changed for me.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

What has changed is that my life then was less difficult and my future seemingly less gloomy, but as far as my inner self, my way of looking at things and of thinking is concerned, that has not changed. But if there has indeed been a change, then it is that I think, believe and love more seriously now what I thought, believed and loved even then.

Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence. 


The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.

What is done in love is done well.

Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.