It seems to me it's a painter's duty to try to put an idea into his work.

I'll start with small things.

Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

One should arrive at leading one's conscience to a state of development so that it becomes the voice of a better and higher self, of which the ordinary self is a servant.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.