A good picture is equivalent to a good deed. |
A life without love is a sinful and immoral thing. |
A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, rather, he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think, he acts: and it's nothing he can explain, he just feels how things should go. |
And sometimes there is relief, sometimes there is new inner energy, and one stands up after it; till at last, someday, one perhaps doesn't stand up any more, que soit, but that is nothing extraordinary, and I repeat, in my opinion, such is the common |
Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength. |
As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed. |
But after all I find in my work an echo of what struck me. I see that nature has told me something, has spoken to me, and that I have put it down in shorthand. In my shorthand there may be words that cannot be deciphered. There may be mistakes or gap |
But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things. |
By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . . |
Conscience is a man's compass |
Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model. |
Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again. |
Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the might breath which gives life to all things and in which is bound up remained. |
For me, the work is an absolute necessity. I cannot put it off; I don't care for anything else; that is to say, the pleasure in something else ceases at once, and I become melancholy when I cannot go on with my work. I feel then as the weaver does wh |
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. |