When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.

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

Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.

I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.

What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.