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 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.

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

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

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength... then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.

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