There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love, as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning.

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

As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.

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

But you people do not understand me, and I am afraid you never will.

For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

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