Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.

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.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

I wish they would only take me as I am.