The sight of stars makes me dream.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.

Christ alone, of all the philosophers, magicians, etc., has affirmed eternal life as the most important certainty, the infinity of time, the futility of death, the necessity and purpose of serenity and devotion. He lived serenely, as an artist greater than all other artists, scorning marble and clay and paint, working in the living flesh. In other words, this peerless artist, scarcely conceivable with the blunt instrument of our modern, nervous and obtuse brains, made neither statues nor paintings nor books. He maintained in no uncertain terms that he made ... living men, immortals.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.