An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

Conscience is a man's compass, and though the needle sometimes deviates, though one often perceives irregularities in directing one's course by it, still one must try to follow its direction.

I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.

The great isn't something accidental; it must be willed.

To paint nature you must be in it a long time.

Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.' Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.