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

Art is something greater and higher than our own skill or knowledge or learning. That art is something which, though produced by human hands, is not wrought by hands alone, but wells up from a deeper source, from a man's soul.

I see drawings and pictures in the poorest huts, in the dirtiest corner. And my mind is drawn toward these things by an irresistible force.

If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.

It is good to love many things

I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed.

Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.