There certainly is an affinity between a person and his work, but it is not easy to define what this affinity is, and on that question many judge quite wrongly.

It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.

The painter of the future will be a colorist unlike anything yet.

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?

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.

What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.