The sunflower is mine, in a way.

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

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

I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.

One must work and dare if one really wants to live.

I've never felt a desire (and I don't believe I ever shall) to bring the public to my work... a certain popularity seems to me the least desirable of things.

Whoever lives sincerely and encounters much trouble and disappointment without being bowed down is worth more than one who has always sailed before the wind and has only known prosperity.