We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

I work as diligently on my canvases as the laborers do in their fields.

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

So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.

Nature always begins by resisting the artist, but he who really takes it seriously does not allow that resistance to put him off his stride; on the contrary, it is that much more of a stimulus to fight for victory.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.