I dream my painting and I paint my dream.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
The only time I feel alive is when I’m painting.
I will not live without love.
Art is to console those who are broken by life.
If you don’t have a dog – at least one – there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.
One must work and dare if one really wants to live.
I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made...
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? If you hear a voice within saying ‘You are not a painter’ then by all means paint – and that voice will be silenced.
One must seize the reality of one’s fate and that’s that.
Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is every deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, these open the prison by supreme power, by some magic force. Where sympathy is renewed, life is restored.
The way to know life is to love many things.