The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

Do you know that drawing with words is also an art... ?

Purity of soul and impurity of body can go together.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.