There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.

No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.

I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me, until the last small twig has grown.

If all the people who have been hurt by the war were to exclude joy from their lives, it would almost be as if they had died.

It seems to me nowadays that the most important task for someone who is aging is to spread love and warmth whenever possible.