I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

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

I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

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.

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