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

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

It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.

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

I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.

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.

When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.