Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

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.

My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.

It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.