The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have lived whatever way I could, for better or for worse, taking things just as they came.

That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

I believe I do much better for the time being by first copying some good things than by working without that foundation

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

And when I read, and really I do not read so much, only a few authors, - a few men that I discovered by accident - I do this because they look at things in a broader, milder and more affectionate way than I do, and because they know life better, so that I can learn from them.