One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way.

In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.

If we study Japanese art, we see a man who is undoubtedly wise, philosophic and intelligent, who spends his time doing what? He studies a single blade of grass.

But by fighting the difficulties in which one finds oneself, an inner strength develops from within our heart, which improves in life's fight.

What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.

We take death to reach a star