There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

Painting demands an intelligent model.

Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.

Conscience is a man's compass.

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

Whatever plan one makes, there is a hidden difficulty somewhere.

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.