Freedom was my first great desire. The second, which remains hidden within me to this day, tormenting me, was the desire for sanctity. Hero together with saint: such is mankind's supreme model.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Good Lord, how can the rich bear to die?

He who is invisible sees more clearly, hears more clearly, and is better able to read the thoughts of men.

Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.

The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.

We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.