Conscience is a man's compass, and though the needle sometimes deviates, though one often perceives irregularities in directing one's course by it, still one must try to follow its direction.

And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

For loneliness, worries, difficulties, the unsatisfied need for kindness and sympathy - that is what is hard to bear.

I feel the need of relations and friendship, of affection, of friendly intercourse.... I cannot miss these things without feeling, as does any other intelligent man, a void and a deep need.

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