The outcome of my days is always the same; an infinite desire for what one never gets; a void one cannot fill; an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle as much as possible against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul . . .
-- Eugène Delacroix The Journal of Eugène Delacroix (19 August 1858)
Translated by Walter Pach
