Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence. 


Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

But by fighting the difficulties in which one finds oneself, an inner strength develops from within our heart, which improves in life's fight.

We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different and happier if we found a friend of whom we might say: “He is the one.” But you, too, will begin to learn that there is much self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from the road.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.

Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the truly passionate painter who dares-and who has once broken the spell of 'you can't.'