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

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

There is no such thing as an ugly woman.

One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.

Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.

For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.