Painters Understand Nature And Love It, And

Even The Knowledge Of My Own Fallibility Cannot Keep Me From Making Mistakes. Only When I Fall Do I Get Up Again.

The Diseases That We Civilized People Labor Under Most Are Melancholy And Pessimism.

As A Painter I Shall Never Signify Anything Of Importance. I Feel It Absolutely.

Drawing Is The Root Of Everything.

In The Fullness Of Artistic Life There Is, And Remains, And Will Always Come Back At Times, That Homesick Longing For The Truly Ideal Life That Can Never Come True.