It is a sad and very melancholy scene, which must strike everyone who knows and feels that we also have to pass one day through the valley of the shadow of death, and “que la fin de la vie humaine, ce sont des larmes ou des cheveux blancs.” What lies beyond this is a great mystery that only God knows, but He has revealed absolutely through His word that there is a resurrection of the dead.

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

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.

One of the hardest things to do is to paint darkness which nonetheless has light in it.

If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.

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