Conscience is a man's compass.
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.
It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolationโof loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of thingsโthe thought of God comes into one's mind.
The sunflower is mine, in a 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