Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

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

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

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.

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

I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.