Send light to the dark hearts of men, that is the duty the artist.
Nature best teaches how to pray, and how to reverence all the gifts the Almighty has given us. She is like a vast outspread handkerchief, embroidered with God's eternal name, on which we may dry alike our tears of sorrow and of joy; she turns weeping into ecstasy, and fills our hearts with speechless, quiet reverence and resignation.
My heart pounds sickeningly and I turn pale... I often feel as if I were dead... I seem to be losing my mind.
