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

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.

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

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

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