The Notes I Have Made Are Not

Without Fear And Illness, I Could Never Have Accomplished All I Have

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

When I Paint A Person, His Enemies Always Find The Portrait A Good Likeness.

There Is A Battle That Goes On Between Men And Women. Many People Call It Love.

I Was Walking Down The Road With Two Friends When The Sun Set; Suddenly, The Sky Turned As Red As Blood. I Stopped And Leaned Against The Fence, Feeling Unspeakably Tired. Tongues Of Fire And Blood Stretched Over The Bluish Black Fjord. My Friends Went On Walking, While I Lagged Behind, Shivering With Fear. Then I Heard The Enormous Infinite Scream Of Nature.