How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

Painting demands an intelligent model.

The only thing to do is to go one's own way, to try one's best, to make the thing live.

We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words

Art is something greater and higher than our own skill or knowledge or learning. That art is something which, though produced by human hands, is not wrought by hands alone, but wells up from a deeper source, from a man's soul.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

Fortunately for me, I know well enough what I want, and am basically utterly indifferent to the criticism that I work to hurriedly. In answer to that, I have done some things even more hurriedly theses last few days.