Modern reality has got such a hold on us that... when we attempt to reconstruct the ancient days in our thoughts...the minor events of our lives tear us away from our meditations, and... thrust us back into our personal [problems]

I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it — keep going, keep going come what may. But what is your final goal, you may ask. That goal will become clearer, will emerge slowly but surely, much as the rough draught turns into a sketch, and the sketch into a painting through the serious work done on it, through the elaboration of the original vague idea and through the consolidation of the first fleeting and passing thought.

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.

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.