By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .

The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.

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

If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.

What molting time is to birds, so adversity or misfortune is ... for us humans.

Life is not long for anybody, and the problem is only to make something of it.

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.