I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

The sadness will last forever.

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.

I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?