For Me, A Landscape Does Not Exist

Now, More Than Ever, I Realize Just How Illusory My Undeserved Success Has Been. I Still Hold Out Some Hope Of Doing Better, But Age And Unhappiness Have Sapped My Strength.

For Me, A Landscape Does Not Exist In Its Own Right, Since Its Appearance Changes At Any Moment.

My Life Has Been Nothing But A Failure.

It Is Only Too Easy To Catch People's Attention By Doing Something Worse Than Anyone Else Has Dared To Do It Before.

As For Myself, I Met With As Much Success As I Ever Could Have Wanted. In Other Words, I Was Enthusiastically Run-down By Every Critic Of The Period.