Someday death will take us to another star.

There is peace even in the storm

Art is but imitation of nature.

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

It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.

So let us go forward quietly, each on his own path, forever making for the light.

The world concerns me only in so far as I feel a certain indebtedness and duty toward it because I have walked this earth for thirty years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir in the shape of drawings or pictures — not made to please a certain taste in art, but to express a sincere human feeling.