No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

Drawing is the root of everything, and the time spent on that is actually all profit.

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

That this awareness of my own fallibility will prevent me from making many mistakes doesn't alter the fact that I'm bound to make a great many mistakes anyway. But if we fall, we get up again!

By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.