Absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment
Which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence
Like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that
Full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God! O my friend, but it is too much for my strength
Floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul
My soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions
Presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me
Yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface
Grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image
