What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it - keep going, keep going come what may.

I can't work without a model. I won't say I turn my back on nature ruthlessly in order to turn a study into a picture, arranging the colors, enlarging and simplifying; but in the matter of form I am too afraid of departing from the possible and the true.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

If one has such an encounter it is to be expected it will bring him into conflict, especially conflict with himself, because one sometimes literally does not know what to do or what not to do. But is this struggle and even the mistakes one may make, not better, and do they not develop us more than if we keep systematically away from emotions?

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself too deeply in the worldly mire.