That's the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.

The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling - be it an illusion or not - that something new has opened up.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.