As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.

To paint nature you must be in it a long time.

I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening...like a light in the midst of the darkness.

Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.

Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.