Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

I see drawings and pictures in the poorest huts, in the dirtiest corner. And my mind is drawn toward these things by an irresistible force.

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor; I shall be a painter.

And when I read, and really I do not read so much, only a few authors, - a few men that I discovered by accident - I do this because they look at things in a broader, milder and more affectionate way than I do, and because they know life better, so that I can learn from them.

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

There is no such thing as an ugly woman.