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

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.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

The more I become decomposed, the more sick and fragile I am, the more I become an artist.

If one hasn’t a horse, one is one’s own horse.

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.

Love is a state of temporary psychosis.

Every failure is taking you to a greater destination.  

We can not build a deep connection to someone who is disconnected from themselves.

Bring up my past and everything I said YOU CANT BREAK ME.

I still miss you but not enough to ruin my heart anymore.

Your smile stuck in my soul but your touch has faded away.

Every terrorist regime in the world uses isolation to break people’s spirits.

Sometimes all you need is someone who never gives up on you.