We take death to reach a star

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

Even this artistic life, which we know is not real life, appears to me to be so alive and so vital that it would be a form ingratitude not to be content with it.

No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.

I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.

Whoever lives sincerely and encounters much trouble and disappointment without being bowed down is worth more than one who has always sailed before the wind and has only known prosperity.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.