“At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.”

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter’s soul.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

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

As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.

Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.

The sadness will last forever.

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.

Man is not on the earth solely for his own happiness. He is there to realize great things for humanity.

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

The more you love, the more you suffer.

If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.

The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.

The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.

Love may be likened to a disease in this respect, that when it is denied a vent in one part, it will certainly break out in another; hence what a woman’s lips often conceal, her eyes, her blushes, and many little involuntary actions betray.

Don’t show her how well you can love her and then not love her, that’s weak.

All the dreams you planted in my eyes, will someday haunt you alive.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.

I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.

I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.

You’re always in a rush, or else you’re too exhausted to have a proper conversation. Soon enough, the long hours, the traveling, the broken sleep have all crept into your being and become part of you, so everyone can see it, in your posture, your gaze, the way you move and talk.