I'm In Fine Fettle And Fired With

Nothing In The Whole World Is Of Interest To Me But My Painting And My Flowers.

All Of A Sudden I Had The Revelation Of How Enchanting My Pond Was.

When I Work I Forget All The Rest.

Getting Up At 4 In The Morning, I Slave Away All Day Until By The Evening I'm Exhausted, And I End By Forgetting All My Responsibilities, Thinking Only Of The Work I've Set Out To Do.

The More I Live, The More I Regret How Little I Know