There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

I am afraid of dying-but being dead, oh yes, that to me is often an appealing prospect.

When Michelangelo was an old man, he drew himself sitting in a child's pushcart.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

If all the people who have been hurt by the war were to exclude joy from their lives, it would almost be as if they had died.

I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood. Anyone who looks at my works must be able to sense that.