“If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.”

I believe more and more that God must not be judged on this earth. It is one of His sketches that has turned out badly.

I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God’s help I shall succeed.

No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.

If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends.

Purity of soul and impurity of body can go together.

Art is something greater and higher than our own skill or knowledge or learning.

I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

Doing little things well is a step toward doing big things better.

You have first to experience what you want to express.

A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.

I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.

Great things do not just happen by impulse, but as a succession of small things linked together.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

Exalt your passion by directing and settling it upon an object the due con-templation of whose loveliness may cure perfectly all hurts received from mortal beauty.

I think true love – love, wine and beauty, they better with age.

Nature, like a loving mother, is ever trying to keep land and sea, mountain and valley, each in its place, to hush the angry winds and waves, balance the extremes of heat and cold, of rain and drought, that peace, harmony and beauty may reign supreme.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

The human soul needs beauty more than bread.