If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.

As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.

Art is something greater and higher than our own skill or knowledge or learning. That art is something which, though produced by human hands, is not wrought by hands alone, but wells up from a deeper source, from a man's soul.

A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, but rather he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think but acts, and he feels how things must go more than he can explain it.

If you end up falling in love with someone, it's because of them. If you end up hating someone, it's because of you.

For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.