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.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way.

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.

Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.

Art is but imitation of nature.