It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.

The world concerns me only in so far as I feel a certain indebtedness and duty toward it because I have walked this earth for thirty years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir in the shape of drawings or pictures — not made to please a certain taste in art, but to express a sincere human feeling.

Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.