One begins by plaguing oneself to no purpose in order to be true to nature, and one concludes by working quietly from one's own palette alone, and then nature is the result.

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.

I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening...like a light in the midst of the darkness.

Do you know that drawing with words is also an art... ?

I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Love always causes trouble, that's true, but in its favour, it energizes.