Men without joy seem like corpses.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.