The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.

It would be quite amusing to preach a bit to all those people who for many years now have been looking at our paintings and either laughed or shook their heads reproachfully. They do not believe that these impressions, these instant sensations, could contain even the smallest grain of sanity. If a tree is red or blue, or a face is blue or green, they are sure that is insanity.

In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color

My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50...I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.