I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.

Love is something eternal.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

If I did not succeed I still thought that what I had worked on would be continued. Not immediately. But there are others who believe in things that are true.

The world concerns me only in so far as I feel a certain indebtedness and duty toward it because I have walked this earth for thirty years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir in the shape of drawings or pictures — not made to please a certain taste in art, but to express a sincere human feeling.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

What color is in a picture, enthusiasm is in life.