Life Is Not Long For Anybody, And

No, No Thought To The Winnings. One Loves Because One Loves.

Great Things Do Not Just Happen By Impulse, But As A Succession Of Small Things Linked Together.

Art Demands Persistent Work, Work In Spite Of Everything, And Continuous Observations. By Persistent, I Mean Not Only Continuous Work, But Also Not Giving Up Your Opinion At The Bidding Of Such And Such A Person.

The World Concerns Me Only In So Far As I Feel A Certain Indebtedness And Duty Toward It Because I Have Walked This Earth For Thirty Years, And, Out Of Gratitude, Want To Leave Some Souvenir In The Shape Of Drawings Or Pictures — Not Made To Please A Certain Taste In Art, But To Express A Sincere Human Feeling.

I Put My Heart And My Soul Into My Work, And Have Lost My Mind In The Process.