What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

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

I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed.

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.