I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. |
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. |
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. |
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. |
I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners. |
I want to do drawings which touch people...In figure or landscape I should wish to express, not sentimental melancholy, but serious sorrow. |
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.' |
I wish they would only take me as I am. |
I wish they would only take me as I am. |
I'm able to get by very well in life, and also with my work, without beloved God. But I, a suffering human being, can not survive without there being something greater than myself, which for me is my whole life- the creative power...I want to paint m |
If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men? |
If I were to think of and dwell on disastrous possibilities, I could do nothing. I throw myself headlong into my work, and come up again with my studies; if the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself. |
If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle. |
If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things. |
If one keeps loving faithfully what is really worth loving, and does not waste one's love on insignificant and unworthy and meaningless things, one will get more light by and by and grow stronger. Sometimes it is well to go into the world and converse with people, and at times one is obliged to do so, but he who would prefer to be quietly alone with his work, and who wants but very few friends, will go safest through the world and among people. And even in the most refined circles and with the best surroundings and circumstances, one must keep something of the original character of an anchorite, for other wise one has no root in oneself; one must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning. And whoever chooses poverty for himself and loves it possesses a great treasure, and will always clearly hear the voice of his conscience; he who hears and obeys that voice, which is the best gift of God, finds at least a friend in it, and is never alone. |