I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart

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

When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.

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

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.

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