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

I began to paint again, even though I could barely hold the brush, but knowing exactly what I wanted to paint, I began three more large canvases... of large wheat fields under cloudy skies, and it did not take a great deal to express sadness and loneliness... I believe these paintings say what words cannot.

That this awareness of my own fallibility will prevent me from making many mistakes doesn't alter the fact that I'm bound to make a great many mistakes anyway. But if we fall, we get up again!

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

Surely the true path is to dive deep into nature.