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.

That this awareness of my own fallibility will prevent me from making many mistakes doesn't alter the fact that I'm bound to make a great many mistakes anyway. But if we fall, we get up again!

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence. 


I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor; I shall be a painter.

Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily.

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.