So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.

If one were to say but few words, though ones with meaning, one would do better than to say many that were only empty sounds, and just as easy to utter as they were of little use.

I know for sure that I have an instinct for color, and that it will come to me more and more, that painting is in the very marrow of my bones.

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

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

To exaggerate the fairness of hair, I come even to orange tones, chromes and pale yellow ... I make a plain background of the richest, intensest blue that I can contrive, and by this simple combination of the bright head against the rich blue background, I get a mysterious effect, like a star in the depths of an azure sky.

The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.