To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.

One must work and dare if one really wants to live.

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

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.

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends.

And in a picture I want to say something comforting, as music is comforting.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.