It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

... life is too short to do the whole.

A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, but rather he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think but acts, and he feels how things must go more than he can explain it.

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

I am no friend of present-day Christianity, though its Founder was sublime.

The world concerns me only in so far as I have a certain debt and duty to it, because I have lived in it for thirty years and owe to it to leave behind some souvenir in the shape of drawings and paintings – not done to please any particular movement, but within which a genuine human sentiment is expressed.