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.

I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.

To paint nature you must be in it a long time.

I have a firm faith in art, a firm confidence in its being a powerful stream which carries a man to a harbor, though he himself must do his bit too.

Someday death will take us to another star.

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

I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?