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

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

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

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.

All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.

The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.