The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.

In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

I believe I do much better for the time being by first copying some good things than by working without that foundation

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

The thing has already taken form in my mind before I start it. The first attempts are absolutely unbearable. I say this because I want you to know that if you see something worthwhile in what I am doing, it is not by accident but because of real direction and purpose.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

Great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.