We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different and happier if we found a friend of whom we might say: “He is the one.” But you, too, will begin to learn that there is much self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from the road.

Painting is a faith and that it brings with it the duty to pay no heed to public opinion - and that in it one conquers by perseverance and not by giving in.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!

Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

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