For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating, rejuvenating, exciting and satisfying.
No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.
Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways. But the good artists who follow after genius - and I count myself among these - have to restore the lost connection once more.
I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
I want to cultivate the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.
