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.
Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.
I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.
I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.
Men without joy seem like corpses.
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.