I will not live without love.

There is peace even in the storm

I want to paint what I feel, and feel what I paint.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.

If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends. Carrying on working is the