The Sunflower Is Mine, In A Way.

In A Sense I'm Glad That I've Never Learned How To Paint.

But On The Road That I'm On I Must Continue; If I Do Nothing, If I Don't Study, If I Don't Keep On Trying, Then I'm Lost, Then Woe Betide Me. That's How I See This, To Keep On, Keep On, That's What's Needed.

Well, Do You Know What I Hope For, Once I Allow Myself To Begin To Hope? [...] That You Find In Your Love For People Something Not Only To Work For, But To Comfort And Restore You When There Is A Need.

It Is A Pity That, As One Gradually Gains Experience, One Loses One's Youth.

One Can Speak Poetry Just By Arranging Colors Well, Just As One Can Say Comforting Things In Music.