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.

My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50...I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

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

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

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

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.