A work of art comes only from inside a human being.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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