Nothing In The Whole World

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

Techniques Vary, Art Stays The Same; It Is A Transposition Of Nature At Once Forceful And Sensitive.

My Life Has Been Nothing But A Failure.

One Is Too Taken Up With All That One Sees And Hears In Paris, However Strong One Is, And What I Do Here [in Etretat] Will At Least Have The Merit Of Being Unlike Anyone Else, At Least I Believe So, Because It Will Simply Be The Expression Of What I, And Only I, Have Felt.

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