Love a friend, love a wife, something, whatever you like, but one must love with a lofty and serious intimate sympathy, with strength, with intelligence, and one must always try to know deeper, better, and more.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.

Great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.

There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman.

I want to paint what I feel, and feel what I paint.

If one keeps loving faithfully what is really worth loving, and does not waste one's love on insignificant and unworthy and meaningless things, one will get more light by and by and grow stronger.