That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

Conscience is a man's compass.

There is peace even in the storm

I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.

Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise.

How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.