A heart-rending thing has happened. I cannot find any words to express my feelings.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

Drawn by warm nostalgic feelings for the place and by two sweet little words: "Open Bar."

I never was very capable of expressing my feelings or emotions in words. I don't know whether this is the cause why I did it in music and also why I did it in painting. Or vice versa: That I had this way as an outlet. I could renounce expressing something in words.

I have no idea how to describe my feelings in words because I'm extremely angry right now.

Man by violating his own feelings becomes cruel. And how deeply seated in the human heart is the injunction not to take life.