While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.

I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.

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.

There must be understanding between the artist and the people. In the best ages of art that has always been the case. Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways. But the good artists who follow after genius — and I count myself among these — have to restore the lost connection once more.

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.

Look at life with the eyes of a child.

It seems to me nowadays that the most important task for someone who is aging is to spread love and warmth whenever possible.