In Trees, I See Expression

My Great Longing Is To Make Those Very Incorrectnesses, Those Deviations, Remodellings, Changes In Reality, So That They May Become, Yes, Lies If You Like - But Truer Than The Literal Truth.

One Can Speak Poetry Just By Arranging Colors Well, Just As One Can Say Comforting Things In Music.

It Is With The Reading Of Books The Same As With Looking At Pictures; One Must, Without Doubt, Without Hesitations, With Assurance, Admire What Is Beautiful.

No Blue Without Yellow And Without Orange, And If You Do Blue, Then Do Yellow And Orange As Well, Surely.

Rembrandt Is So Deeply Mysterious That He Says Things For Which There Are No Words In Any Language.