In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

I am not strictly speaking mad, for my mind is absolutely normal in the intervals, and even more so than before. But during the attacks it is terrible - and then I lose consciousness of everything. But that spurs me on to work and to seriousness, as a miner who is always in danger makes haste in what he does.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words