"It is so strange to be entirely gone that it must that the hour must come when you can say to yourself now you have 10 now 5 minutes left and then it will happen and you shall feel how little by littl…"

"I walked along the road with two friends – the sun went down – I felt a gust of melancholy – suddenly the sky turned a bloody red. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death – over the blue…"

"I owe my art to suffering."

"The soul is like a vast, dark forest."

"All art, literature, and music must be born in the heart and soul of man."