If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle.

I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.

It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

One begins by plaguing oneself to no purpose in order to be true to nature, and one concludes by working quietly from one's own palette alone, and then nature is the result.

Rembrandt is so deeply mysterious that he says things for which there are no words in any language.