I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God’s help I shall succeed.
One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
Conscience is a man’s compass.
The way to know life is to love many things.
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
When I have a terrible need of – shall I say the word – religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.
As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
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 done well.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint’, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
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