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

The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.

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

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.

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.