Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

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.

To try to understand the real significance of what the great artists, the serious masters, tell us in their masterpieces, that leads to God; one man wrote or told it in a book; another, in a picture.

l can do very well without God both in my life and in my painting, but l cannot, ill as I am, do without something which is greater than l, which is my life — the power to create.

Modern reality has got such a hold on us that... when we attempt to reconstruct the ancient days in our thoughts...the minor events of our lives tear us away from our meditations, and... thrust us back into our personal [problems]