It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

For almost two months now I've been struggling away with no result.

It is better to have done something than to have been someone.

Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.