The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

What has changed is that my life then was less difficult and my future seemingly less gloomy, but as far as my inner self, my way of looking at things and of thinking is concerned, that has not changed. But if there has indeed been a change, then it is that I think, believe and love more seriously now what I thought, believed and loved even then.

To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.