The Upshot Was, My Paintings Must Burn

When I Wish I Was Rich, Then I Know I Am Ill.

When Love Turns Into Dust, Money Becomes The Substitution.

I Can Give You A Spirit Love, I Have Given You This Long, Long Time; But Not Embodied Passion. See, You Are A Nun. I Have Given You What I Would Give A Holy Nun...in All Our Relations No Body Enters. I Do Not Talk To You Through The Senses - Rather Through The Spirit. That Is Why We Cannot Love In The Common Sense.

The Fairest Thing In Nature, A Flower, Still Has Its Roots In Earth And Manure.

I Cannot Cure Myself Of That Most Woeful Of Youth's Follies - Thinking That Those Who Care About Us Will Care For The Things That Mean Much To Us.