A good painting should be the equivalent of a good deed.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

We must not judge God from this world. It's just a study that didn't come off. It's only a master who could make such a blunder.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

For me work is an absolute necessity, indeed I can't really drag it out, I take no more pleasure in anything than in work, that's to say, pleasure in other things stops immediately and I become melancholy if I can't get on with the work.