I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

It is difficult to know oneself, but it isn't easy to paint oneself either.

For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

... life is too short to do the whole.

What I need is courage, and this often fails me. And it is also a fact that since my disease, when I am in the fields I am overwhelmed by a feeling of loneliness to such a horrible extent that I shy away from going out. But this will change all the same as time goes on. Only when I stand a painting before my easel do I feel somewhat alive. Never mind, this is going to change too, for now my health is so good that I suppose the physical part of me will gain the victory.