One Can Never Study Nature Too Much

If Your Inner Voice Is Telling You That You Can't Paint, By All Means, Hurry Up And Paint And Silence The Voice.

Someday Death Will Take Us To Another Star.

Do Not Quench Your Inspiration And Your Imagination; Do Not Become The Slave Of Your Model.

Perhaps Someday Everyone Will Have Neurosis.

I Am Unable To Describe Exactly What Is The Matter With Me; Now And Then There Are Horrible Fits Of Anxiety, Apparently Without Cause, Or Otherwise A Feeling Of Emptiness And Fatigue In The Head.