I want to paint humanity, humanity and again humanity. I love nothing better than this series of bipeds, from the smallest baby in long clothes to Socrates, from the woman with the black hair with white skin to the one with golden hair and a brick-red sun-burnt face. Yet, how do I paint humanity? How do I depict the “eternal” Monet depicted in his landscapes? I will be forever straining into vagueness. For humanity changes. It dramatically, constantly evolves, and gives me no time to even begin.
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La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)
I wish they would only take me as I am.
Perhaps death is not the hardest thing in a painter’s life… [L]ooking at the stars always make me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.
My God, these anxieties— who can live in the modern world without catching [one’s] share of them?
Death twitches my ear. ‘Live,’ he says, ‘I am coming.’
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, had not asked her. No vulgar jealousy could separate her from Richard.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.
I sincerely hope I’ll never fathom you. You’re mystical, serene, intriguing; you enclose such charm within you. The lustre of your presence bewitches me. I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. It is not mere words on paper, Mrs. Nicholson, it is both my mind and heart addressing you.