Read The Heart And Not The Letter

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

Critique By Creating.

How Wrong Are Those Simpletons, Of Whom The World Is Full, Who Look More At... Color Than At The Figures Which Show Spirit And Movement.

I Criticise By Creation, Not By Finding Fault.

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.