One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor

To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.

I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.

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

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.