Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.
As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.
Someday death will take us to another star.
To paint nature you must be in it a long time.
Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.