Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

If only we try to live sincerely, it will go well with us, even though we are certain to experience real sorrow, and great disappointments, and also will probably commit great faults and do wrong things, but it certainly is true, thatit is better to be high-spirited, even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent. It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love, is well done.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

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.

I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.

If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.