Occasionally, in times of worry, I've longed to be stylish, but on second thought I say no-just let me be myself-and express rough, yet true things with rough workmanship.

In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

It constantly remains a source of disappointment to me that my drawings are not yet what I want them to be. The difficulties are indeed numerous and great, and cannot be overcome at once. To make progress is a kind of miner’s work; it doesn’t advance as quickly as one would like, and as others also expect, but as one stands before such a task, the basic necessities are patience and faithfulness. In fact, I do not think much about the difficulties, because if one thought of them too much one would get stunned or disturbed.

Whatever plan one makes, there is a hidden difficulty somewhere.