Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

For me work is an absolute necessity, indeed I can't really drag it out, I take no more pleasure in anything than in work, that's to say, pleasure in other things stops immediately and I become melancholy if I can't get on with the work.

The great artist is the simplifier.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

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!

For loneliness, worries, difficulties, the unsatisfied need for kindness and sympathy - that is what is hard to bear.

I see drawings and pictures in the poorest huts, in the dirtiest corner. And my mind is drawn toward these things by an irresistible force.