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

One of the hardest things to do is to paint darkness which nonetheless has light in it.

If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.

Even this artistic life, which we know is not real life, appears to me to be so alive and so vital that it would be a form ingratitude not to be content with it.

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.

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence.