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

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

What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.

Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.

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

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

In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head