“What is done in love is done well.”

In an artist’s life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

The only time I feel alive is when I’m painting.

If you end up falling in love with someone, it’s because of them. If you end up hating someone, it’s because of you.

I wish they would take me as I am.

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’.

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

Conscience is a man’s compass.

One of the hardest things to do is to paint darkness which nonetheless has light in it.

One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

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

The only thing to do is to go one’s own way, to try one’s best, to make the thing live.

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

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.