I want to paint what I feel, and feel what I paint.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

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

I will not live without love.

If I did not succeed I still thought that what I had worked on would be continued. Not immediately. But there are others who believe in things that are true.