“My self . . . is a dramatic ensemble. Here a prophetic ancestor makes his appearance. Here a brutal hero shouts. Here an alcoholic bon vivant argues with a learned professor. Here a lyric muse, chronically love-struck, raises her eyes to heaven. Her papa steps forward, uttering pedantic protests. Here the indulgent uncle intercedes. Here the aunt babbles gossip. Here the maid giggles lasciviously. And I look upon it all with amazement, the sharpened pen in my left hand.” LooksSelfHandsEyeLeftHeavenStepsHeroRaisesAppearanceArguingDramaticLook UpProtestPensGossipProfessorsAncestorBrutalMuseHer EyesUnclesAuntAlcoholicsMaidsSteps ForwardAmazementPropheticEnsembleGigglePapaLeft HandPedantic Book:The Diaries of Paul Klee, 1898-1918 Source: The Diaries of Paul Klee, 1898-1918
“The angel is actually the message himself. His appearance is the message that heaven is intensely concerned with us, and that God cares for us like a father for his children.” ChildrenCareFatherHeavenMessagesAngelConcernedAppearance Book:Meetings with angels: a hundred and one real-life encounters Source: Meetings with angels: a hundred and one real-life encounters