I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.

Pacifism simply is not a matter of calm looking on; it is work, hard work.

Men without joy seem like corpses.

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.

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.

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.

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?