It is difficult to know oneself, but it isn't easy to paint oneself either.

There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

Conscience is a man's compass.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

Art, although produced by man's hands, is something not created by hands alone, but something which wells up from a deeper source out of our soul.....My sympathies in the literary as well as in the artistic field are drawn most strongly to those artists in whom I see most the working of the soul.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.