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

Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

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.

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.