What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

One can never study nature too much and too hard

For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.

For instead of trying to reproduce exactly what I see before me, I make more arbitrary use of colour to express myself more forcefully.

It's better to have a gay life of it than to commit suicide.

But on the road that I'm on I must continue; if I do nothing, if I don't study, if I don't keep on trying, then I'm lost, then woe betide me. That's how I see this, to keep on, keep on, that's what's needed.