Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

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

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

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 heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends. Carrying on working is the