We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.
If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.
It seems to me it's a painter's duty to try to put an idea into his work.
As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.
Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.