My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

People Think How A Sugar Basin Has No Physiognomy, No Soul. But It Changes Every Day.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.