All nights are upset The days are without colour There is only desolation and loneliness And I without my love every moment…N**@ — AJ Copy Share Image
It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
