If The World Really Looks Like That

I Haven't Many Years Left Ahead Of Me And I Must Devote All My Time To Painting, In The Hope Of Achieving Something Worthwhile In The End, Something If Possible That Will Satisfy Me.

I Think Only Of My Painting, And If I Were To Drop It, I Think I'd Go Crazy.

It Was At Home I Learned The Little I Know. Schools Always Appeared To Me Like A Prison, And Never Could I Make Up My Mind To Stay There, Not Even For Four Hours A Day, When The Sunshine Was Inviting, The Sea Smooth, And When It Was Joy To Run About The Cliffs In The Free Air, Or To Paddle In The Water.

A Good Impression Is Lost So Quickly.

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