I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

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

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

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.