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

The cure for him would be to take a good long look at some potato plants, which have lately had such a deep and distinctive colour and tone, instead of driving himself mad looking at pieces of yellow satin and gold leather.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

But what's your ultimate goal, you'll say. That goal will become clearer, will take shape slowly and surely, as the croquis becomes a sketch and the sketch a painting, as one works more seriously, as one digs deeper into the originally vague idea, the first fugitive, passing thought, unless it becomes firm.

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.

Man is not on the earth solely for his own happiness. He is there to realize great things for humanity.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.