Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.

Whoever lives sincerely and encounters much trouble and disappointment without being bowed down is worth more than one who has always sailed before the wind and has only known prosperity.

There is peace even in the storm

Cobalt is a divine color and there is nothing as fine for putting an atmosphere round things. Carmine is the red of wine and is warm and lively like wine. The same goes for emerald green too. It's false economy to dispense with them, with those colors. Cadmium as well.

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?

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

One can never study nature too much and too hard