“We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.”

So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.

Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

I hope I shall be able to make some drawings in which there is something human.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

Great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.

Admire as much as you can. Most people do not admire enough.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

One must work and dare if one really wants to live.