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

Conscience is a man's compass, and though the needle sometimes deviates, though one often perceives irregularities in directing one's course by it, still one must try to follow its direction.

The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.

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!

Art is jealous, and demands our whole strength ... .

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

We are having wind and rain here, and I am very glad not to be alone. I work from memory on bad days, and that would not do if I were alone.