Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.
Great things do not just happen by impulse,
but as a succession of small things linked together.
Art is to console those who are broken by life.
If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.
Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you’re put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.
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.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
Doing little things well is a step toward doing big things better.
Conscience is a man’s compass.
The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.
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.
Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.
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
I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.
Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.
Exaggerate the essential, leave the obvious vague.
I never get tired of the blue sky.
I am always doing what I can’t do yet in order to learn how to do it.
It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill – it’s a life which, to put it mildly, makes one an outsider. I’m all right when I completely immerse myself in work, but I’ll always remain half crazy.
There is peace even in the storm
I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.
