One must spoil as many canvases as one succeeds with.

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?

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

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

What a splendid thing watercolour is to express atmosphere and distance, so that the figure is surrounded by air and can breathe in it.

The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.