It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.

I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.

And in a picture I want to say something comforting, as music is comforting.

My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.

Art, although produced by man's hands, is something not created by hands alone, but something which wells up from a deeper source out of our soul.....My sympathies in the literary as well as in the artistic field are drawn most strongly to those artists in whom I see most the working of the soul.