Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And let us not mind being eccentric, and make distinction between good and evil.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.

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

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

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

Just slap anything on when you see a blank canvas staring you in the face like some imbecile. You don't know how paralyzing that is, that stare of a blank canvas is, which says to the painter, ‘You can't do a thing’. The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerizes some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves. Many painters are afraid in front of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of `you can't' once and for all.

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