I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.

Failure is a discovery, through it we get to know what we can rise from.

It's better to have a gay life of it than to commit suicide.

Fear stifles our thinking and actions. It creates indecisiveness that results in stagnation. I have known talented people who procrastinate indefinitely rather than risk failure. Lost opportunities cause erosion of confidence, and the downward spiral begins.

If I were to draw, I would apply myself only to studying the form of inanimate objects," I said somewhat imperiously, because I wanted to change the subjects and also because a natural inclination does truly lead me to recognise my moods in the motionless suffering of things.

Are we slaves of our pasts? or can we rise above it?