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.

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

To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

As in everything else, I find that age is not good for much, that one becomes deafer and less sensitive. Also, the higher up the mountain you climb, the less of a view you get. A mist closes in and cheats you of the hoped-for and expected opportunity to see far and wide.

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.

Every war carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed.