But what's your ultimate goal, you'll say. That goal will become clearer, will take shape slowly and surely, as the croquis becomes a sketch and the sketch a painting, as one works more seriously, as one digs deeper into the originally vague idea, the first fugitive, passing thought, unless it becomes firm.

The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

What is done in love is done well.

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".

But by fighting the difficulties in which one finds oneself, an inner strength develops from within our heart, which improves in life's fight.

If one keeps loving faithfully what is really worth loving, and does not waste one's love on insignificant and unworthy and meaningless things, one will get more light by and by and grow stronger.