The rich want good wine$$$ the poor$$$ plenty of wine.

Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And let us not mind being eccentric$$$ and make distinction between good and evil.

Every author in some way portrays himself in his works$$$ even if it be against his will.

Classicism is health$$$ romanticisim is sickness.

Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture$$$ briskly roam.

In spite of everything$$$ I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil$$$ which I have forsaken in my great discouragement$$$ and I will go on with my drawing.

I wish they would take me as I am.

What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourself.

I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening...like a light in the midst of the darkness.

Someday death will take us to another star.