Love is eternal -- the aspect may change, but not the essence. 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. The lamp was there and was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too, and that is its real function. And love makes one calmer about many things, and that way, one is more fit for one's work.

How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.

Drawing is the root of everything.

Ah! My dear friend painting is to us what the music of Berlioz and Wagner was before us - a consolatory art for sore hearts! And yet there are only a few like you and me who feel it!!!

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.