To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

I am a child who is getting on.

My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.

For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.