As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

All art is a gift. It is first of all a gift that the maker can do it. It is then a gift to someone else, whether they pay for it or not. The wonder of it is that we cannot get the production of these gifts stopped. Art is life seeking itself. It is our intractable expressions of love for the beauties, ideas and epiphanies we regularly find. I framed the painting. It's now hanging in our den. "I have walked this earth for 30 years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir.

A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, but rather he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think but acts, and he feels how things must go more than he can explain it.

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.

Drawing is the root of everything, and the time spent on that is actually all profit.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.