It Is A Pity That, As One

Poetry Surrounds Us Everywhere, But Putting It On Paper Is, Alas, Not So Easy As Looking At It.

But You People Do Not Understand Me, And I Am Afraid You Never Will.

One Must Work And Dare If One Really Wants To Live.

Just Slap Something On It When You See A Blank Canvas Staring At You With A Sort Of Imbecility.

What Has Changed Is That My Life Then Was Less Difficult And My Future Seemingly Less Gloomy, But As Far As My Inner Self, My Way Of Looking At Things And Of Thinking Is Concerned, That Has Not Changed. But If There Has Indeed Been A Change, Then It Is That I Think, Believe And Love More Seriously Now What I Thought, Believed And Loved Even Then.