I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

I have ... a terrible need ... shall I say the word? ... of religion. Then I go out at night and paint the stars.

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .