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.

Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain.

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.

I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.

A work of art comes only from inside a human being.