I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

But you people do not understand me, and I am afraid you never will.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

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.