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

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

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

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.

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

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

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.