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

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

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

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

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.

I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.

Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.