I shall go so far that people will be seized with terror at the sight of each of my works of 'living' art.

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

I am so rich that I must give myself away.

I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?

Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness