“Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.”

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life.

The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

The great artist is the simplifier.

Art demands constant observation.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.

One must never let the fire go out in one’s soul, but keep it burning.

It is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

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

I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.

I’ve stopped trying to make sense of the sunset.  There is beauty in resting, there is strength in letting go.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

Mathematics rightly viewed possesses not only truth but supreme beauty.

Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth but supreme beauty – a beauty cold and austere.

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

To be an artist is to look at a tragedy and innately see the beauty in it.

A beautiful dance, a new breath shedding layers of myself to unearth the truth within.