The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.

If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.

The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unknown stairways.

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling - be it an illusion or not - that something new has opened up.