"I think I'm getting into the real mood and atmosphere of Worpswede now. What I used to call my Sunken Bell mood, the …"

"I paint all day. First Becka Brotmann with her loose yellow hair and just a suggestion of dahlias in the background. …"

", Worpswede, Worpswede! [small rural village in North-Germany were a colony of German artists was working then, inclu…"

", Worpswede, I cannot get you out of my mind. There was such atmosphere there – right down to the tips of your toes. …"

"I sketched a young mother with her child at her breast, sitting in a smoky hut. If only I could someday paint what I …"

"Today I painted my first plain air portrait at the clay pit, a little blond and blue-eyed girl. The way the little th…"

"My blonde was here again today. This time with her little boy at her breast. I had to draw her as a mother, had to. T…"

"The Journal of Marie Bashkirtseff. Her thoughts enter my bloodstream and make me very sad. I say as she doers: if onl…"

"I want to go further and further. I can hardly wait until I am a real artist. And then I long so for life. I've only …"

"Nature is supposed to become greater to me than people. It ought to speak louder from me. I should feel small in the …"