It Is A Tragedy That We Live

I'm Continuing To Work Hard, Not Without Periods Of Discouragement, But My Strength Comes Back Again.

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

What Can Be Said About A Man Who Is Interested In Nothing But His Painting? It's A Pity If A Man Can Only Interest Himself In One Thing. But I Can't Do Any Thing Else. I Have Only One Interest.

Work Is Nearly Always A Torture. If I Could Find Something Else I Would Be Much Happier, Because I Could Use This Other Interest As A Form Of Relaxation. Now I Cannot Relax.

Despite My Exhaustion I Have A Devil Of A Time Getting To Sleep Because Of The Rats Above My Bed And A Pig Who Lives Beneath My Room.