From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.

In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

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

The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.

If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength... then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.