I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

The painter of the future will be a colorist unlike anything yet.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

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.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.