I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

I have never expected anything from my work but the satisfaction I could get from it by the very fact of painting and saying what I couldn't say otherwise.

It was worthwhile to come here only to see why Europe is rottening, why all this people - good for nothing - are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to.