Even Dirt Glitters When The Sun Is

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

Man's Restlessness Makes Him Strive.

Sometimes I Don't Understand How Another Can Love Her, Is Allowed To Love Her, Since I Love Her So Completely Myself, So Intensely, So Fully, Grasp Nothing, Know Nothing, Have Nothing But Her!

Great Passions Are Incurable Diseases.

People Should Talk Less And Draw More. Personally, I Would Like To Renounce Speech Altogether And, Like Organic Nature, Communicate Everything I Have To Say Visually.