I Always Dream A Painting Like That,

Here Everything Is So Wholly What I Consider Beautiful. In Other Words, There Is Peace Here.

One May Have A Blazing Hearth In One's Soul And Yet No One Ever Came To Sit By It. Passers-by See Only A Wisp Of Smoke From The Chimney And Continue On Their Way.

Often Whole Days Pass Without My Speaking To Anyone.

At Times It Is Not Easy For Me To Take Up Living Again.

I Sometimes Think There Is Nothing So Delightful As Drawing.