Success is sometimes the outcome of a whole string of failures.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.

In general, and most especially with artists, I pay as much attention to the man who does the work, as to the work itself.

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.

I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?