In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.

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

Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.

For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life

My opinion is that the best thing would be to work on till art lovers feel drawn toward it of their own accord, instead of having to praise or to explain it.

There is no such thing as an ugly woman.