I still come closest to success with drawing.
He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.
Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord.
Light and the rational forms are locked in combat; light sets them into motion, bends what is straight, makes parallels oval, inscribes circles in the intervals, makes the intervals active.
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.