In general, and most especially with artists, I pay as much attention to the man who does the work, as to the work itself.

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have lived whatever way I could, for better or for worse, taking things just as they came.

It is difficult to know oneself, but it isn't easy to paint oneself either.

I am not strictly speaking mad, for my mind is absolutely normal in the intervals, and even more so than before. But during the attacks it is terrible - and then I lose consciousness of everything. But that spurs me on to work and to seriousness, as a miner who is always in danger makes haste in what he does.

Don't lose heart if it's very difficult at times, everything will come out all right and nobody can in the beginning do as he wishes.

I wanted to make people think of a totally different way of living from that which we, educated people, live. I would absolutely not want anyone to find it beautiful or good without a thought.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.